He made another appeal, but she seemed to be absolute, to master him, and at last, trembling, white with passion and disappointment, he turned and left the room, shrinking from that stern, pointing finger, and half-staggering down the stairs. I heard him hurry across the hall, and the door closed so loudly that the house seemed to be filled with echoes, while his steps were perfectly audible as he strode along the street.
Chapter Forty Four.
I am Forgiven.
“Oh, Miss Carr,” I cried at last, as I broke the painful silence, “what have I done?”
She did not answer for some moments. Then, leading me to the couch, she threw off her opera-cloak, and sat looking at me for a few moments before passing her hand across my forehead to brush aside the hair, and kissing me on the brow.
“What have you done, Antony? Shown me that I was not mistaken in you when I thought you all that was honest and true.”
I could not speak; only sat gazing at her face as she fought hard to conquer her agitation.
“Ring the bell, Antony,” she said at last. “You must bear with me to-night, and not be disappointed. Do not let James enter the room, but meet him on the landing, and say that I shall not want the carriage.”