The voices were approaching. It was Deulin's voice, and he seemed to be speaking unnecessarily loud.
“I promise you,” said Wanda, with unfathomable eyes, “never to marry anybody else.”
And the door opened, giving admittance to Deulin, who was laughing and talking. He came forward looking, not at Wanda and Cartoner, but at the clock.
“To your tents, O Israel!” he said.
Cartoner said good-night at once, and went to the door. For a moment Deulin was left alone with Wanda. He went to a side-table, where he had laid his sword-stick. He took it up, and slowly turned it in his hand.
“Wanda,” he said, “remember me in your prayers to-night!”
XXII
THE WHITE FEATHER
It is to be presumed that the majority of people are willing enough to seek the happiness of others; which desire leads the individual to interfere in her neighbor's affairs, while it burdens society with a thousand associations for the welfare of mankind or the raising of the masses.