The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A RomanceCorelli, Marie
Philosophy
The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
Corelli, Marie
Devil -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Millionaires -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"A very open compliment!" he said, forcing a laugh,--and with almost
rough haste, he suddenly let down the window of the carriage though the
night was bitter cold--"This vehicle is suffocating me,--let us have
some air. See how the stars are shining!--like great crown
jewels--Deity's regalia! Hard frost, like hard times, brings noble works
into prominence. Yonder, far off, is a star you can hardly perceive; red
as a cinder at times and again blue as the lightning,--I can always
discover it, though many cannot. It is Algol,--judged by superstitious
folk to be an evil star. I love it chiefly on account of its bad
reputation,--it is no doubt much maligned. It may be a cold quarter of
hell where weeping spirits sit frozen in ice made of their own congealed
tears,--or it may be a preparatory school for Heaven--who knows! Yonder
too, shines Venus,--your star Geoffrey!--for you are in love my
friend!--come confess it! are you not?"
"I am not sure;"--I answered slowly--"The phrase 'in love' scarcely
describes my present feeling...."
"You have dropped these,"--he said suddenly, picking up a fast fading
knot of violets from the floor of the brougham and holding them towards
me. He smiled, as I uttered an exclamation of annoyance. They were Lady
Sibyl's flowers which I had inadvertently let fall, and I saw he knew
it. I took them from his hand in silence.
"My dear fellow, do not try to hide your intentions from your best
friend,"--he said seriously and kindly--"You wish to marry the Earl of
Elton's beautiful daughter, and you shall. Trust me!--I will do
everything I can to promote your desire."
"You will?" I exclaimed with unconcealed delight, for I fully recognised
the influence he had over Sibyl's father.
"I will, I promise--" he answered gravely--"I assure you that such a
marriage would be one after my own heart. I'll do all I can for
you,--and I have made many matches in my time!"
My heart beat high with triumph,--and when we parted that night I wrung
his hand fervently and told him I was devoutly grateful to the fates for
sending me such a good friend as he was.
"Grateful to--whom did you say?" he asked with a whimsical look.
"To the Fates!"
"Are you really? They are very ugly sisters I believe. Perhaps they were
your ghostly visitors of last night!"
"God forbid!" I ejaculated.
"Ah! God never forbids the fulfilment of His own laws!" he answered--"To
do so He would have to destroy Himself."
"If He exists at all!" I said carelessly.
"True! If--!"
And with this, we separated to our different quarters in the 'Grand.'
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