A Fair Mystery: The Story of a CoquetteBrame, Charlotte M.
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A Fair Mystery: The Story of a Coquette
Brame, Charlotte M.
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Lord Vivianne!--there was no mistake. The moon shone full in his face;
she knew the impatient walk; she knew every line of his figure, and for
one moment her heart almost stopped beating.
What, in the name of the most high Heaven, did he want there?
She saw him going quickly up the broad flight of steps; the moon,
shining on them, made them white as snow; the light from the library
window shone softly on the ground.
He had stretched out his hand to ring the bell, when, with a sudden
impulse, a sudden cry, she called out:
"Stop!"
Another half-minute and she had almost flown across the lawn and stood
by his side.
"Stop!" she cried again, and laying her hand on his arm; then she looked
at him. "You!" she said--"is it you?"
"Yes, Lady Studleigh; there is little cause for wonder--it is the man
you were about so cleverly to deceive."
"In Heaven's name," she cried, impetuously, "what has brought you here?
Do not ring the bell! What has brought you to my father's house? You
were not to come until the twentieth."
In her fear and agitation she lost something of her usual dignity.
"That was nicely managed," he replied, with a sneer; "you were to be
married on the tenth, and I was to come on the twentieth. It was
dramatically arranged, Lady Studleigh; it is very sad it should have
failed."
For one moment her face grew white as with the ghastly pallor of death,
her eyes grew dim, her arms fell nervously by her side. So she stood for
a few minutes; then she said, in a low, hoarse voice:
"Do not ring the bell; do not arouse them; I will talk to you now. Come
this way."
Side by side they walked down the broad path together; in the
bewilderment of her thoughts she had but one idea--it was to keep him
away from the library window.
"Now," she said, breathlessly, "let us talk here."
The moon was bright--so pitifully bright, it traced their shadows along
the white stone; it seemed to rejoice in the warm night.
"What have you to say?" he asked, curtly. "I can tell you why I am here.
I have come for your answer ten days before the time, because I have
heard that you are going to play me false: I am here to tell Lord
Linleigh by what right I claim you as my wife; I am here to tell all
whom it may concern what you have been to me."
Suddenly she remembered that the room Earle occupied looked over the
terrace. What if, tempted by the beauty of the night, he should come to
the window, and look out? What if the earl should hear voices or see
shadows? Oh, what was she to do?
Her alarm heightened by seeing a light at one of the windows opposite:
whether it was one of the servants or not, she could not tell; but it
alarmed her.
All at once she remembered that she had free access to the house, she
had but to go back to her rooms by the spiral staircase. Again she laid
her hand on Lord Vivianne's arm.
"I dare not remain here," she said. "Do you see that light? We shall be
seen."
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