"She is gone! I forgot there was another door communicating with the
hall."
I crossed the floor and entered where he stood gazing down at an empty
seat and a trail of scattered roses. Never shall I forget his face. The
dimness of the spot could not hide his deep, unspeakable emotions. To
him this flight bore but one interpretation--guilt.
I did not advocate Sinclair's pressing the matter further that night. I
saw that he was exhausted and that any further movement would tax him
beyond his strength. We therefore separated immediately after leaving
the library, and I found my way to my own room alone. It may seem
callous in me, but I fell asleep very soon after, and did not wake till
roused by a knock at my door. On opening it I confronted Sinclair,
looking haggard and unkempt. As he entered, the first clear notes of the
breakfast-bell could be heard rising up from the lower hall.
"I have not slept," he said. "I have been walking the hall all night,
listening by spells at her door, and at other times giving what counsel
I could to the Armstrongs. God forgive me, but I have said nothing to
any one of what has made this affair an awful tragedy to me! Do you
think I did wrong? I waited to give Dorothy a chance. Why should I not
show the same consideration to Gilbertine?"
"You should." But our eyes did not meet, and neither voice expressed the
least hope.
"I shall not go to breakfast," he now declared. "I have written this
line to Gilbertine. Will you see that she gets it?"
For reply I held out my hand. He placed the note in it, and I was
touched to see that it was unsealed.
"Be sure, when you give it to her, that she will have an opportunity of
reading it alone. I shall request the use of one of the little
reception-rooms this morning. Let her come there if she is so impelled.
She will find a friend as well as a judge."
I endeavored to express sympathy, urge patience and suggest hope. But he
had no ear for words, though he tried to listen, poor fellow! so I soon
stopped and he presently left the room. I immediately made myself as
presentable as a night of unprecedented emotions would allow, and went
below to do him such service as opportunity offered and the exigencies
of the case permitted.
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