Perhaps I am superstitious, but I cannot help fancying that as often as
these words rang out on the midnight air, the _shadow_ was over and
around me. But alas! it faded and I was left to do the rash act I
meditated. With the coming of morn Mr. Delafield grew calm, for he had
resolved upon an interview with Rosa Lee, who, if it were not too late,
should know how much he loved her, and perhaps (his heart thrilled with
joy as he thought it), perhaps she might yet be won from that fancy of
her childhood. But first he would if possible, learn from his sister how
far matters had progressed. He had seldom imparted to her his secrets,
but he would speak to her now, for he could not keep silent.
She was seated at her work in her own room, when he entered, and with a
feeling of alarm at his pale, haggard face, she started up, asking if he
were ill. Motioning her aside, he said, abruptly, “It’s of no use,
Angeline, to deceive you longer. I love Rosa Lee, and if it were not for
this accursed doctor, I should tell her so at once. Do you know aught of
his attentions? Has he come to seek her for his wife?”
Mrs. Lansing had now a double part to perform. The falsehood she had
told to Rosa, made it necessary that she should tell another to her
brother, which she did more readily, for her proud nature revolted at
the thoughts of receiving her governess as her sister-in-law. So,
thinking any means excusable which would prevent so disgraceful a
catastrophe, she answered with well feigned surprise, “I am astonished
at you, brother—astonished that a Delafield should stoop so low as to
think of wedding a girl like Rosa Lee. You cannot, I think, be in
earnest; but if you are, I am rejoiced that I have it in my power to
tell you there is no hope. I have just left Miss Lee, who has made me
her confident, asking if I thought it would be contrary to all rules of
propriety for her to marry Dr. Clayton so soon after the death of his
wife. It seems he has always preferred her, and could you have heard her
tell how much she loved him, I am sure you would have no hope of winning
her, even were she your equal.”
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