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Updated: May 5, 2025
I said I'd pay him off for every blow, and I'll do it, by the Eternal!" "And strike through her!" hissed Sybilla, with glittering black eyes, "and every blow will go straight through the core of his proud heart. We'll torture him, George Parmalee, as man never was tortured before." "What a little devil you are, Sybilla!" he said, with lover-like candor.
"Baby was asleep, and it was so very late he might, surely, wait till morning." To which, though rather surprised, he assented. A few more caresses, a few more excuses, had still further delayed the terrible moment; until at last the father's impatience would no longer be restrained. "Come, Sybilla, let us go and see our little Olive." "O Angus!" and the mother turned deadly white.
My lord hath, doubtless, ere this forgot all that was between us, and hath already seen others fairer and more worthy of his courteous regard than the Lady Sybilla. This is as well beseems a mighty lord, who taketh up a cup full and setteth it down empty. But a woman hath naught to do, save only to remember the things that have been, and to think upon them. Grace be to you, my dear lord.
The Earl dismounted and threw the reins of his horse to Malise, whose face wore an expression of bitterest disappointment and instinctive hatred. Then he went to the side of the Lady Sybilla, and taking her hand he bowed his head over it, touching the glove to his lips with every token of respect.
The footman gazed at him, then at the card, and then sought out Miss Silver. "Blessed if it isn't that 'Merican that's stopping at the Vine, and that asked so many questions about Sir Everard and my lady, of Dawson, last night," he said. Sybilla took the card curiously.
Joyful as was his coming home, it had not been quite what she expected. Else, why was it that at times, amidst all her gladness, she thought of their olden past with regret, and of their future with doubt, almost fear. But it was something new for Sybilla to think at all. It did her good in spite of herself.
"I don't think nothing of that," he remarked, after a prolonged pause. "Fine ladies all have headaches. Knowed heaps of 'em to home all had it. You have yourself sometimes, I guess." "No," said Sybilla; "I'm not a fine lady. I have no time to sham headaches, and I have no secrets to let loose. I am only a fine lady's companion, and all the world is free to know my history."
With fiendish composure Sybilla repeated the story she had told Sir Everard, while Lady Kingsland lay paralyzed and listened. The atrocious revelation ended, she looked at her prostrate foe with a diabolical smile. "My oath is kept; the prediction is fulfilled. In a few hours the last of the Kingslands dies by the hand of the common hangman.
He strode past, his eyes flashing, his face livid with jealous rage, straight to the picture-gallery. A door at the opposite side of the corridor stood ajar. Sybilla Silver's listening cars heard the last fierce words, Sybilla Silver's glittering black eyes saw that last passionate gesture of repulsion.
La Joyeuse took the opportunity of addressing her nearer and more silent companion. "You are, I think, the head of the other Douglas House," said the Lady Sybilla, glancing up at the stern and unbending Master of Avondale. "There is but one house of Douglas, and but one head thereof," replied Lord William, with a certain severity, and without looking at her.
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