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But perhaps she is awake." "You will let my lady alone," said Miss Catheron sharply, "and attend to your nursery. She is asleep still. It is not your place to disturb her. Go!" "Drat her!" Nurse Pool exclaimed inwardly, obeying, however; "she's that 'aughty and that stuck up, that she thinks we're the dirt under her feet. I only hope she'll be sent packing to-morrow, but I has my doubts.
Her heart seemed numb she worked too hard to think much at night she was too dead tired to spend the hours in fruitless anguish and tears. Her life went on in a sort of treadmill existence; and until the coming of Inez Catheron nothing had occurred to disturb it. Her heart was full of bitter tumult and revolt as she went back to her work. The dastard! how dared he!
The third fact was, that Sir Victor Catheron had reached the crisis of his disease and passed it safely. The fever was slowly but steadily abating. Sir Victor was not to die, but to "take up the burden of life again" a dreary burden, with the wife he had loved so fondly, sleeping in the vaults of Chesholm Church.
Too much excitement, champagne, and lobster salad had engendered the vision no doubt, but it certainly spoiled Miss Darrell's beauty sleep that night. The pleasant days went on April went out May came in. On the tenth of May, the Stuart family, Sir Victor Catheron, and Lady Helena Powyss were to sail from New York for Liverpool.
She drew him with her by main force into the house up the stairs into the chamber of death. But Death had been there before them. A dead man lay upon the bed now, rigid and white. A second cry arose a cry of almost more than woman's woe. And with it Inez Catheron clasped the dead man in her arms, and covered his face with her raining tears.
Her ladyship's lips moved, but no sound came; she sat spellbound, watching that pale, fixed face before her. "Not Inez Catheron, who was imprisoned for it; not Juan Catheron, who was suspected of it. I am a Yankee, Lady Helena, and consequently clever at guessing. I believe that Sir Victor Catheron, in cold blood, murdered his own wife!"
He, Jimmy, though full of curiosity, was afraid the man would spring out and catch him, and so at that juncture he came away. There! that was all, if it did the gentleman any good, he was welcome to it. It did the gentleman a world of good it complicated matters beautifully. Five minutes ago the case looked dark as night for Miss Catheron here was a rift in her sky.
I told you a falsehood about the photograph he, that wretch, did give it to me, and " her face drooped with a bitter sob "he was my lover then, years ago, in Scotland." "Ah!" quoted Mr. Catheron, "truth is mighty and will prevail! Tell it, Ethel; the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." "Silence, sir!" Lady Catheron cried, "and don't dare call me Ethel.
Ethel has not known a happy hour since she entered Catheron Royals, and all through her infernal serpent tongue. Let her take care if she were ten times my cousin, even she may go one step too far." "Does that mean, Victor, you will turn her from Catheron Royals?" "It means that, if you like. Inez is my cousin, Ethel is my wife.
You said Inez Catheron was not the murderer, though she had been accused of it, nor Juan Catheron, though he had been suspected of it that you believed Sir Victor Catheron had killed his own wife. Edith, you were right. Sir Victor Catheron murdered his own wife! "I learned it that fatal night. Lady Helena and Inez had known it all along. Juan Catheron more than suspected it.
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