The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"There is nothing to fear," said Gerald, "and no one need be aware
that you are in the house. Do you not know already that I love you
with all my heart and soul, and that by consenting to become my wife
you will make me the happiest man in the world? The position in which
we are placed has been forced upon us. No one shall have the power of
placing an evil construction upon it. I will see to that. Your
happiness, your honor, are in my keeping. Can you not trust me,
Emilia?"
With these and other words as true and tender, he succeeded in calming
her. With innate delicacy he did not press her to answer him at such
an hour; he would wait till to-morrow; meanwhile he explained his plan
to her. She was to occupy the room till the morning, and to lock
herself in. He would find a bed elsewhere. Before the servants rose he
would return to the house and make a confidant of the housekeeper; the
younger servant should be sent upon a distant errand which would keep
her from the house till eleven or twelve o'clock. Before that time
Emilia would be settled elsewhere. Thus the secret would be preserved and
the tongue of scandal silenced.
"And then, Emilia," he said, gazing upon her with ardent affection, "I
will ask for my reward."
It was impossible, even if her heart were not already his, that she
should fail to be touched by his delicacy and devotion. Tenderly and
humbly she thanked him, and intended to say that she would give him
his answer on the morrow, but love broke down the barrier of reserve.
Involuntarily she held out her hands to him, and he clasped her in his
arms and kissed her on her lips, and said that the embrace was a
pledge of truth and constancy.
"From you, Emilia, as well as from me!"
"Yes, Gerald," she sighed; "I love you!"
So through the clouds of this dolorous night broke the sun of faithful
mutual love. It might have been excused him had he lingered, but for
her sake he would not.
"I shall wait in the passage," he said, "to hear you turn the key. No
one will disturb you. The housekeeper does not enter this room till I
ring in the morning, and I am not always an early bird. Good-night,
dear love."
"Good-night, dear Gerald. Are you sure you will be able to get a bed?"
"I can get a dozen. God bless and guard you!"
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