Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
And after all her protests and promises, this very evening, too, he
thought. What a revelation of the unreliability and treachery of human
nature! So she had been lying to him all the time, leading him on
in the face of his almost boastful precautions and suspicions, and
to-night, almost at the close of the season, had all but succeeded in
trapping him! Then Tilney was not so easily to be fooled, after all. He
commanded greater loyalty and cunning in his employees than he had ever
dreamed. But what could he say to her, now that he knew what she really
was, if ever he saw her again? She would just laugh at him, think him a
fool, even though he had managed to escape. Would he ever want to see
her again? Never, he thought. But to think that any one so young, so
smooth, so seemingly affectionate, could be so ruthless, so devilishly
clever and cruel! She was much more astute than either he or Blount had
given her credit for.
After moving the bureau and chairs in front of the door, he called up
Blount and sat waiting for him to come.
Actually, as he saw it now, she had meant to stage a seeming assault
in which he would have been accused as the criminal and if they had
sufficient witnesses he might have had a hard time proving otherwise.
After all, he had been going about with her a great deal, he and
Blount, and after he had told himself that he would not.
Her witnesses were there, close upon him, in the dark. Even though he
might be able to prove his previous good character, still, considering
the suspicious fact that he had trifled with her and this treacherous
situation so long, would a jury or the public believe him? A moment or
two more, and she would have screamed out that he was attacking her,
and the whole hotel would have been aroused. Her secret friends would
have rushed forward and beaten him. Who knows?--they might even have
killed him! And their excuse would have been that they were justified.
Unquestionably she and her friends would have produced a cloud of
witnesses. But she hadn’t screamed--there was a curious point as to
that, even though she had had ample time (and she had had) and it was
expected of her and intended that she should! Why hadn’t she? What had
prevented her? A strange, disturbing exculpating thought began to take
root in his mind, but on the instant also he did his best to crush it.
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