“I’m proud and happy in this chance to prove to you my devotion. You have treated me cruelly. I show you tonight my generosity.”
“Thank you,” she murmured gratefully.
With a lordly bow he handed her into the car and ordered his chauffeur to drive down the turnpike toward the Holland house.
The home was in flames. The Colonel had fired it in revenge for the death of his Lieutenant and sought new headquarters for the night.
Virginia found her mother, Zonia, Marya—with old Peter nearby holding Billy in his lap—standing in dazed horror watching the flames leap and roar and crackle.
Waldron helped the stricken mother and girl into his car.
Virginia lifted her white face.
“Tonight?”
“Yes—”