Jealousy—Hard Facts—A Special Plea—Family History—Brother and Sister—Marriage Lines—A Fair Claimant—Air Castles
Some hours later, when Madame de Vaudrey had been composed to sleep, and the three patients made as comfortable as possible pending the arrival of the doctor, who had been summoned from the village, Adèle left her mother's bed-side and joined Harry in the dining-room.
"I must thank you," she said, advancing to him with outstretched hands. "We have always to thank you. It seems to be fated that you should save us from that bad man."
"He will trouble you no more, Mademoiselle."
Adèle looked a question.
"Yes, he is dead."
The girl shuddered, and looked involuntarily towards the sword at Harry's side.
"No, it was not I; it was my man."
There was a look of relief in Adèle's face.
"How thankful to God we must be that you came in time, Monsieur!"