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Updated: June 5, 2025
Dinnett was too preoccupied with her own affairs to feel interest in Ernest's pleasant little experience. By nature pessimistic, original doubts, when she heard of Sabina's engagement, were now confirmed and she felt certain that her daughter would never become young Ironsyde's wife.
All that was gracious, all that was attractive in the old palace had vanished at Sabina's visit, and even Hadrian himself was a different man to what he had been a few days previously. The dignity with which he appeared in public was truly imperial and unapproachable, and even when he sat with his intimates in his favorite room he was grave, gloomy and taciturn.
And lastly, opposite each other, and like two dogs who are uncertain whether to make friends or fight, are a gendarme and Sabina's black boy: the gendarme, with shouldered musket, is trying to look as stiff and cross as possible, being scandalised by his superior officer's defection from the path of duty; and still more by the irreverence of the black boy, who is dancing, grinning, snapping his fingers, in delight at having discovered and prevented the coming tragedy.
He believed, apart from his own intense aversion from so doing now, that marriage with him would not in the long run conduce to Sabina's happiness. But where were the words capable of lending any conviction to such a sentiment? Certainly he could think of none that would change his aunt's opinion. Sullenly he accepted her view with outward acknowledgment and inward resentment.
And yet the bright girl troubled herself about him neither more nor less than the other ladies in Sabina's train; only Balbilla asked nothing of him but the pleasure of looking at him and rejoicing in his beauty.
She refused his offer, saying that she had other views for her daughter. She promptly invented a rich cousin in Poland, who had fallen in love with Sabina's photograph and was only waiting for her to be eighteen years old in order to marry her.
"Your voice is never too loud for me, and I believe you, I dare trust you. This hour makes you my son, makes me your mother." Tender emotion, the emotion that softens the heart, thrilled through Sabina's dried-up nature and sparkled in her eyes.
Sabina's eyes had opened very wide in her surprise, for she had never really believed the tale, and even when he had told her that he had found something she had not thought it could be anything very valuable. "Are you quite sure you have seen it?" she asked with childlike wonder. "Yes. I lowered a light into the place, but I did not go down. There may be other things. They belong to you."
And meaning no disrespect to you, Miss Vane" in a lower but sulkier tone "if you would but go away and leave her to me, she'd be all the better for it in the end." "Hush!" said Enid, raising her hand the serenity of her face was quite undisturbed by Sabina's expostulation. "She is coming to herself again she is going to speak." There was a moment's silence in the room.
Tearless, but shivering and scarcely mistress of herself from misery and agitation, she took out her veil, flung it over her head, and hurried through the court and along the streets to her sister. Verily, since Sabina's visit to the palace all good spirits had deserted it.
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