A Son of Perdition: An Occult Romance — David Hume — John Shaqi
A Son of Perdition: An Occult Romance
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"You are capricious, my dear. You were willing enough to marry Julian
rather than Don Pablo."
"Of two evils I chose the least."
"You shall choose the least still, if Julian is the least. I objected to
you marrying him because he was poor. Now that he has inherited the
money of Narvaez he is a good match for you."
"No!" Alice struck the table so violently that the cups rattled in the
saucers. "Douglas is innocent and Douglas shall be my husband. Even when
Julian was his own dear self I would not have married him after meeting
Douglas; much less would I do so now, when he has changed into something
horrid."
Enistor saw that she sensed the presence of Don Pablo's black soul in
Hardwick's body, but as she could not explain and would not be believed
if she did explain, he merely laughed at her vehemence. "You are a silly
girl to talk in this way. First you like the man, then you don't, and
talk of a change which only exists in your imagination. Are you going
mad?"
"I may be," said Alice moodily. "I have had enough to send me mad. But
you will understand this, father, that I love Douglas and intend to
marry him."
This was her final determination, and before Enistor could argue further
she left the room, fearing a breakdown. When alone she flung herself
face downward on the bed and tried to compose her mind. It was
necessary that she should do so, as late at night she intended to steal
out with food for her lover. Her father--as she thought--would never
suspect her, and she could leave the house when he and the servants were
in bed. Already the housekeeper had made up a bundle, which lay in a
convenient cupboard, and would have accompanied her as chaperon, but
that her mistress declined such companionship. Montrose was nearer at
hand than any one suspected, so it was just as well that as few people
as possible should seek the hiding-place. Alice, nerved by love to walk
the lonely moors in the chilly gloom, intended to go alone, and in
holding to this resolve became more heroic than she ever thought she
could be. But in her heart perfect love had cast out fear, and she would
have faced an army to succour the man she intended to marry.