“You must get to the other side in some way,” said Mrs. Corwin. “It is
at Venice that the trouble with Balderstone is to come, and that Osborne
topples him over into the Grand Canal, and rescues you from his baleful
influence.”
“Humph!” said Marguerite, with a scornful shrug of her shoulders.
“Robert Osborne! A likely sort of person to rescue me from anything! He
wouldn’t have nerve enough to rescue me from a grasshopper if he were
armed to the teeth. Furthermore, I shall not go to Venice in August.
It’s bad enough in April—damp and hot—the home of malaria—an asylum for
artistic temperaments; and insecty. No, my dear aunt, even if I overlook
everything else to please Mr. Harley, he’ll have to modify the Venetian
part of that story, for I am determined that no pen of his shall force me
into Italy at this season. I wouldn’t go there to please Shakespeare,
much less Stuart Harley. Let the affair come off at Interlaken, if it is
to come off at all, which I doubt.”
“There is no Grand Canal at Interlaken,” said Mrs. Corwin, sagely; for
she had been an omnivorous reader of Baedeker since she had learned the
part she was to play in Harley’s book, and was therefore well up in
geography.
“No; but there’s the Jungfrau. Osborne can push Balderstone down the
side of an Alp and kill him,” returned Miss Andrews, viciously.
“Why, Marguerite! How can you talk so? Mr. Harley doesn’t wish to have
Balderstone killed,” cried Mrs. Corwin, aghast. “If Osborne killed
Balderstone he’d be a murderer, and they’d execute him.”
“Which is exactly what I want,” said Miss Andrews, firmly. “If he lives,
it pleases the omnipotent Mr. Harley that I shall marry him, and I
positively—Well, just you wait and see.”
There was silence for some minutes.
“Then I suppose you will decline to go abroad altogether?” asked Mrs.
Corwin after a while; “and Mr. Harley will be forced to get some one
else; and I—I shall be deprived of a pleasant tour—because I’m only to be
one of the party because I’m your aunt.”
Mrs. Corwin’s lip quivered a little as she spoke. She had anticipated
much pleasure from her trip.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account