concert was to be Miss Grace Lambert.
A swift hansom bore him to Victoria, and a tedious train landed him at
the Crystal Palace, just in time to hear the opening notes of Herr
Boreas' solo on the ophicleide. A charming performance that of Herr
Boreas, but one to which Mr. Lloyd gave no attention. He hurried
through the crowd, looking eagerly right and left; and at last his
eyes fell upon a group, where they remained.
Lord Ticehurst, Mr. Munns, and two or three others were component
parts of this little knot; but Gilbert Lloyd saw but one
person--Gertrude. How marvellously she had improved during the time
that had elapsed since they parted! She had been pretty as a girl; she
was lovely as a woman. How lovely she looked in her simple morning
dress and coquettish little bonnet! With what a perfect air of easy
grace she listened to the men bending before her, and how quietly she
received the homage which they were evidently paying! An angry flush
rose on Gilbert's pale cheeks, and his heart beat quickly as he
witnessed this manifest adoration. What right had anyone but he to
approach her, to--It stung him like a cut from a whip, it flared like
a train of gunpowder. He knew what it was in an instant: mad, raging,
ungovernable jealousy--nothing else. He had thrown off all love for
her--all thought of her; and now, the first time they met, the passion
which struck him when he first saw her, years before, looking out of
the window of the Vale House, sprung up with renewed fury within him,
and he raged and chafed as he recognised the obstacles which kept him
from her, but which were no barriers to other men. She seemed utterly
indifferent to them, though, he was glad to see--no! her face lights
up, she smiles and bends forward; and when she looks up again there is
a blush upon her cheek. Who has been speaking to her--the tall
handsome man with the brown beard--Miles Challoner! And Gilbert Lloyd
swore a deep oath of revenge--revenge of which his wife and his
brother should each bear their share.
CHAPTER III.
At the Crystal Palace.
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