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Updated: June 14, 2025
Both bottles were small and both gold; on one side of Vaura's were the words, "I am weary waiting, L. T.," in very small letters, while a tiny wreath of forget-me-nots encircled the words; blue stones, inlaid, formed the flowers; round each was a slip of paper with the words: "With love and Christmas wishes, from Lionel Trevalyon. For the crush at St. Peter's."
"I shall be glad to return to England now," and there was a tender light in Vaura's eyes; "that is, dear god-mother, if you have laid up a sufficient store of strength."
"You can't and I am glad; I've known it for hours, but I wouldn't let any one know; if you stop them now, what do you gain?" "Quite a scandal," said small Everly, regretfully, for Vaura's sake, whom, as she stands helpless to prevent, wishing to fly to her uncle, yet dreading the scandal, shall fall without warning, and the house full of guests, upon his dear head.
Lionel standing up, and laying one hand on Vaura's head, as it rested on the cushioned back of the sofa, said: "I feel as if I had drank of the elixir of life; you don't know how courageous I feel, now that I have you both back, when the difficulty is removed, I shall begin to live!"
Vaura's whole being was filled with such intense happiness as she sank into a corner of the sofa where Lionel had found her a short time before that she would not move and so perhaps break the spell.
"I regret not materially; though he says, so Judith tells me, that he already feels, the benefit of the change," he said, somewhat absently, for he is watching Vaura's changing expression as she reads.
"I shall be so lonely if Fate takes me out of your life even for a short time," and Vaura's hand is tightly clasped as he assists her into the landau. "We shall be lonely also." "I hope so." "I must say our lives have been very complete at the villa," said Lady Esmondet; "our cup of content has been full."
"They shall," answered Lionel, earnestly, and holding Vaura's hand, "I hold a hand that gives me strength to win." Park Lane is now reached, the servants are in the hall to welcome their mistress, when the house-keeper says: "If it will suit your ladyship, dinner will be served in twenty minutes or half an hour." "Say half an hour, Grimes."
"Yes, pretty fair," answered Douglas, disappointed at the way things were turning out, and wishing Trevalyon at South Africa, or any where, so he was not by Vaura's side. He knew Trevalyon to be a man of cultivated intellect, with a fascination of manner all women succumbed to, with fully ten years more experience of life than his own, and with a nice knowledge of all types of women.
A soft light came to Vaura's face, as leaning into her corner she gave herself up to thoughts of the bygone. And she smiled now her woman's smile in the eyes that were on her face.
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