"Very well; you will see your trust has not been misplaced."
Mrs. Belswin, however, was promising more than she could perform, and stood frowning deeply as the train went off. From this reverie she was aroused by a touch on her shoulder, and on turning saw Ferrari.
"Is that the man?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is it the one who is ready to do for you what I refuse."
She looked at him mockingly, and, woman-like, determined to torture him.
"My good Stephano, if you knew that, you would be as wise as myself!"
[CHAPTER XVII.]
BEFORE THE STORM.
Before the storm the woods are still,
All Nature drowses as in sleep;
Yet, tho' her slumbers she may keep,
She feels a strange prophetic thrill,