Shortly after they retired, two or three light taps were given at the
door, and a soft and musical female voice was heard asking permission to
enter.
"Enter if you can," he said.
The door was opened again, and what seemed to be a vision of loveliness
entered. This vision was a lady, rather above than under the ordinary
height, with a form as graceful as imagination can conceive. Her face
was oval in shape, her complexion was very pure olive, beautifully
tinged with rose. Her features were neither perfectly Grecian nor
perfectly Roman, but of a style where the two were equally and
beautifully blended. Her eyes were of jet-black, and of wonderful
brightness, and her hair, of raven hue, was confined by a circlet of
large pearls, with a single brilliant just above the forehead, and fell,
in heavy and tastefully-arranged masses of curls, all round her head, to
below her shoulders. Her dress was of rich black silk, elegantly fitted
to her shape, and ornamented, on the flounces of the skirt and above the
elbows of the loose sleeves, with thick and glossy fringes of the same
hue and material as the dress. Light golden bracelets, ornamented each
with pearls and a single diamond, encircled her wrists. As she advanced
into the room, her very small and well-shaped feet--covered with a pair
of light, black satin slippers, with high heels, and festooned with
light gold buckles, flashing with tiny jewels--peeped in and out from
under the sweeping folds of her skirt.
This lady advanced gracefully to the head of the table, making an
elegant courtesy to the astonished John, and inviting him, by a polite
motion of the head, to take a seat.
"A pleasant morning to you, Mr Coe," she said.
"I should thank you for your good wish," answered the young man; "but,
lady, I am a prisoner, I am informed. I have, it seems, been betrayed
by those whom I thought my friends. Oh, madam! of all the pains in the
world, the greatest is that which is caused by having been betrayed by
those in whom we had unlimited faith."
"There are cases in which that which seems to be treason is friendship
in disguise. It was no wish to do you injury which caused you to be
taken prisoner; but your friends wished to have you always with them.
Had harm been intended towards you, I should not have been left here; it
was thought that I might devise ways of making captivity more bearable
to you. I fear that this opinion only flattered me."
John was young, and therefore impressible; he could but feel the spell
of so dazzling a presence. What could he do but make such answer as the
lady had sought to obtain?
"So much beauty, madam," he said with _empressement_, "has power to
lessen the pain of the most wretched captivity."
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