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"You are infinitely better off than the majority in these hard times." "How so?" "By one word you can make three rich, yourself included. Your father only needs to be tided over a few months." "Come, come, Mr. Arnault, this is Sunday, and you must not talk business." "My fault leans to virtue's side for once." "I'm not just sure to which side it leans," was her laughing reply.
Let us not say persecution is ineffective; the Huguenots who at one time threatened to turn the scale in favour of the Protestant powers and to wreck the Catholic cause in Europe, practically disappear from history. On the whole, the measure was approved by Paris; Racine, La Fontaine, the great Jansenist Arnault, as well as Bossuet and Massillon, applauded.
This product of fashionable society had not the slightest intention of giving up her career as a belle for the sake of Mr. Arnault or any one else. She had more liking and less fear for Graydon than for Arnault. The latter was an open, resolute suitor, but she knew that he was controlled more by ambition than by affection that he would yield everything and submit to anything up to a certain point.
Arnault was bending over her with reassuring words. Madge felt her self-control departing. "Mary is afraid in a thunderstorm," she said, in a low tone. "I'll go to her. She does not find me so puzzling;" and she hastened away, yet not so swiftly but that he saw her quivering lip and look of trouble.
Graydon felt that he had received all the assurance that he needed that she was under some necessity of keeping his rival in good-humor so he smiled significantly into her eyes, and bowed himself away. "Muir looked as if he had received all the comfort that he required," Arnault said, as they strolled across the parlor, now deserted. "Did he? Well, he did not require very much." "How much?"
Madge can quiet him even better than I. What's the matter that you are so anxious to see Madge? You have seemed abundantly able to amuse yourself without her the last few days. Is Mr. Arnault in the way to-night?" "As if I cared a rap for him!" said Graydon, turning irritably away. He did care, however, and felt that Miss Wildmere was making too much use of the liberty she had provided for.
"Why did you not tell me that Mr. Arnault was here this morning?" she asked, harshly. He looked at her steadily, but made no reply. "Why don't you answer me?" she resumed, springing up in her impatience and taking a step toward him.
This passed into alarm when at last Graydon arrived with his brother and Madge, and greeted her with the cold recognition that has been described. She had met Mr. Arnault cordially at first, because there were still possibilities in his favor; but when her father promptly disappeared, with the evident purpose to avoid questions, and Mr.
Arnault, like so many others, turned from what "might have been" to his pursuit of gold, but it had lost its brightness forever. An old admirer of Stella's, a plain, sturdy business man, to whom she had scarcely given a thought in her palmy days, eventually renewed his attentions, and won as much love as the girl probably could have given to any one.
He believed that the long-wished-for opportunity to press his suit with vigor had come, and had no hesitation as to his purpose. He did not intend to act precipitately, however. He would first learn just how Mr. Arnault stood, and become reasonably assured by Miss Wildmere's manner toward himself that her preference was not a hope, but a reality. The enterprise in which Mr.
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