The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
“You have fixed upon the ground?” inquired Alexander, as he brushed his
hair, calmly and carefully, as for an evening party, for he had suddenly
recovered all his self-possession.
“Yes; it is a small secluded spot at the foot of Noirmont Heights, to
which I shall conduct you.”
“And the time?”
“Six. The carriage is ordered at half-past five.”
“Very well. There are but a few moments left; so much the better,” said
Alexander, as he finished his toilet.
When they went into their private parlor, they found hot coffee waiting
them, thanks to the careful forethought of Francis Tredegar.
When they had finished their coffee the carriage was announced, and they
arose.
“I have laid the train so that the coachman, and even the servants,
think we are a party of geologists going to the mountain to search for
geological specimens. They will take our pistol-case for a box of tools
and think all right,” explained Francis Tredegar, as they descended the
stairs.
“Then, to complete the ruse, we must leave the cab at some short
distance from the dueling ground.”
“Of course. And still more to guard against suspicion and interruption,
Prince Ernest and his attendants start as if for a journey, make a
slight detour, and approach the place of meeting from another
direction,” answered Francis.
The morning was fresh and bright. The sun was, perhaps, an hour high
when Alexander Lyon and Francis Tredegar entered their carriage. Simms,
the valet, mounted the box and seated himself beside the coachman. And
in this manner they were driven out towards Noirmont Heights.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Francis Tredegar ordered
the carriage to draw up.
“Give me that box of tools, Simms. We shall find some valuable specimens
of sienites on the other side of the mountain,” said Francis Tredegar,
in a rather loud voice intended to be heard by the coachman, as the
party alighted from the carriage.
“Wait for us here. We may be gone some hours, but don’t leave the spot,”
he added, as he led the way, followed by Alexander and his servant,
around a projecting rock, to a retired spot, shut off from observation
by surrounding precipices.
As they entered the place at one end, Prince Ernest and his party were
seen to come in at the other.
Each adversary, with his attendants, paused.
The prince was attended by his second, his surgeon and his servant.
Alexander had only his friend and his valet.
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