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He made liberal proposals to Colonel Vaughan's agents as regarded improvements and repairs, the house having been much neglected for some years; and in the course of a few months after his marriage with Netta, workmen of all kinds were employed in adorning Plas Abertewey for his expected arrival with his bride.
You heard Swain remark that Vaughan was a collector of finger-prints?" "Yes." "And that he had a set of Swain's?" "Yes." "Well, when I told Miss Vaughan about the prints on her father's robe, she ran to a book-case and got out a book. It had Vaughan's collection in it, all bound together. But the page on which Swain's were had been torn out." Godfrey sat for a moment, staring at me spell-bound.
The hall above corresponded to that below, with two doors on each side, opening into bedroom suites. The first was probably that of the master of the house. It consisted of bedroom, bath and dressing-room, but there was no one there. The next was evidently Miss Vaughan's. It also had a bath and a daintily-furnished boudoir; but these, too, were empty.
This point may be verified by any one who will refer to my edition of Vaughan's Anthroposophia Theomagica.
Here stands the man who saw me in your company that night," pointing to Clarence Vaughan; "and here," turning to Claire, "is the sister of the woman who came to me, at Dr. Vaughan's request, and told me who and what you were! It was these two who nursed me during my illness, and who have been, from first to last, my friends. Bah! man, you have been only a dupe.
Somebody wrote a vile review of them once, and gave the idea of a very puerile, ridiculous, apron-stringy attempt at poetry. Whoever wrote that notice ought to be shot, for the books are charming, pure and homely and householdy, yet not effeminate. Critics may sneer as much as they choose: it is such love as Vaughan's that Honorias value.
Again she lived over the tragic hours when she had fought the battle for his life and won at last at the risk of her own. A soldier saluted and handed her a piece of brown wrapping paper, neatly folded. Its corner was turned down in the old-fashioned way of a schoolboy's note to his sweetheart. She went to the light and saw with a start it was in Ned Vaughan's handwriting.
"No, nor Silva except, of course, the time, three or four months ago, when he gave me Mr. Vaughan's message." "Have you a distinct recollection that the library was empty when you sprang into it?" "Yes; very distinct. I remember looking about it, and then running past the table and discovering Miss Vaughan." "You saw her father also?" "Yes; but I merely glanced at him.
He could hear his heavy step already approaching the door. John Vaughan's face paled with the sudden realization of the tremendous deed he was about to do. It had seemed the only solution of the Nation's life and his own, an hour ago. The air of Washington reeked with deadly hatred of the President. Every politician who could not control his big, straightforward, honest mind was his enemy.
"Keep it up," and catching sight of Will, she looked inquiringly at her uncle. "Tis the young man who saved your life, child," he explained. "Oh! not that, sir," said Will. "I am sorry I have not even prevented her being hurt." At first there was a pompous stiffness in Colonel Vaughan's manner, but he added more graciously: "I hope you were not hurt yourself. Bless me! is that blood on your hand?"
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