Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Alas!" murmured Kitty, as we hurried up the steps, "there's a hundred
chances to one we don't see him again! It'll be just God's mercy and
nothing else, if he gets into the house. There goes the constable now,
and the men"----
"Which way?" I gasped.
"Down toward the garden. Heaven help him! If he only sees them in time!
Take my arm, Miss, and come in; we can't stop now to see whether they
meet him; they're watching us on the piazza."
I needed all the support of Kitty's arm as I entered the hall; the glare
of the lights made me sick and faint, and she hurried me to a chair.
"Don't wait a minute to attend to me," I murmured, "hurry upstairs."
"It won't do yet; everybody is looking at us; I must sit down and talk
to you awhile."
A gentleman, Mr. Mason, approached me, and began to rally me upon
keeping up my incognito so long, the rest of the maskers, he said, had
consented to reveal themselves.
"Say you won't unmask till supper," whispered Kitty.
I mechanically repeated the words. Others came up to talk to me, there
was evidently some curiosity felt about me; I knew that I was not
recognized. I can hardly tell how I found answers to the questions put
to me; the questioners must have been satisfied with very vague and
senseless responses, if mine satisfied them. Kitty, at once prompt and
self-possessed, relieved me, and kept up her own part, disguising her
voice, and answering readily.
Unable to control my agony at the delay any longer, I exclaimed
suddenly: "I feel faint, won't you (turning to the black domino) won't
you get the bottle of salts I left in the dressing-room?"
Her height and step nearly betrayed her; and Mr. Mason catching sight of
a woman's foot as she ran up the stairs, proclaimed the fact, and
excited a general exclamation of wonder.
"Never saw a character better sustained--everybody had thought it a man
all the evening."
I listened for the opening of the window in the west room overhead, then
for Kitty's step as she stole out. I I heard it through all the din of
music and of voices. Then came a dreadful suspense; how to get rid of
the people, how to get on the piazza, I could not tell. Victor might
even now be waiting for me, a moment more might be too late; the
officers might at any instant return. Just then supper was announced,
and, "now you have promised to unmask, now you must tell us who you
are," exclaimed the gentlemen.
"Not while you are all here," I exclaimed, "I will not take off my mask
to-night unless you all go to supper and leave me."
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