The Daltons; Or, Three Roads In Life. Volume I (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Daltons; Or, Three Roads In Life. Volume I (of II)
Lever, Charles
English fiction -- 19th century
“It must have dropped from a letter I was reading,” said Kate, whose
cheek was now scarlet, for she knew Jekyl well enough to be certain that
her whole secret was by that time in his hands. Slighter materials than
this would have sufficed for his intelligence to construct a theory
upon. Nothing in his manner, however, evinced this knowledge, for he
handed her the paper with an air of most impassive quietude; while,
as if to turn her thoughts from any unpleasantness of the incident, he
said,
“You haven't yet heard, I suppose, of Lady Hester's sudden resolve to
quit Florence?”
“Leave Florence! and for where?” asked she, hurriedly.
“For Midchekoff's villa at Como. We discussed it all last night after
you left, and in twenty-four hours we are to be on the road.”
“What is the reason of this hurried departure?”
“The Ricketts invasion gives the pretext; but of course you know
better than I do what a share the novelty of the scheme lends to its
attractions.”
“And we are to leave this to-morrow?” said Kate, rather to herself than
for her companion.
Jekyl marked well the tone and the expression of the speaker, but said
not a word.
Kate stood for a few seconds lost in thought. Her difficulties were
thickening around her, and not a gleam of light shone through the gloomy
future before her. At last, as it were overpowered by the torturing
anxieties of her situation, she covered her face with her hands to hide
the tears that would gush forth in spite of her.
“Miss Dalton will forgive me,” said Jekyl, speaking in a low and most
respectful voice, “if I step for once from the humble path I have
tracked for myself in life, and offer my poor services as her adviser.”
Nothing could be more deferential than the speech, or the way in which
it was uttered, and yet Kate heard it with a sense of pain. She felt
that her personal independence was already in peril, and that the meek
and bashful Mr. Jekyl had gained a mastery over her. He saw all this, he
read each struggle of her mind, and, were retreat practicable, he
would have retreated; but, the step once taken, the only course was
“forwards.”
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