"And you were glad to believe it. No, it was my comrade, young Courtney,

who unconsciously deceived you all, and lost his life, as I should have

done, if I had not gone to Ascot after seeing him off yesterday."

"To Ascot?" echoed Jean, shrinking back, for Edward's eye was on her,

and his voice was stern and cold.

"Yes; you know the place. I went there to make inquiries concerning you

and was well satisfied. Why are you still here?"

"The three days are not over yet. I hold you to your promise. Before

night I shall be gone; till then you will be silent, if you have honor

enough to keep your word."

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"I have." Edward took out his watch and, as he put it back, said with

cool precision, "It is now two, the train leaves for London at half-past

six; a carriage will wait for you at the side door. Allow me to advise

you to go then, for the instant dinner is over I shall speak." And with

a bow he went into the house, leaving Jean nearly suffocated with a

throng of contending emotions.

For a few minutes she seemed paralyzed; but the native energy of the

woman forbade utter despair, till the last hope was gone. Frail as that

now was, she still clung to it tenaciously, resolving to win the game in

defiance of everything. Springing up, she went to her room, packed her

few valuables, dressed herself with care, and then sat down to wait. She

heard a joyful stir below, saw Coventry come hurrying back, and from a

garrulous maid learned that the body was that of young Courtney. The

uniform being the same as Edward's and the ring, a gift from him, had

caused the men to believe the disfigured corpse to be that of the

younger Coventry. No one but the maid came near her; once Bella's voice

called her, but some one checked the girl, and the call was not

repeated. At five an envelope was brought her, directed in Edward's

hand, and containing a check which more than paid a year's salary. No

word accompanied the gift, yet the generosity of it touched her, for

Jean Muir had the relics of a once honest nature, and despite her

falsehood could still admire nobleness and respect virtue. A tear of

genuine shame dropped on the paper, and real gratitude filled her heart,

as she thought that even if all else failed, she was not thrust out

penniless into the world, which had no pity for poverty.




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