“Love has conquered pride and anger, and I would call you back again.”
“That will bring him back to Newport by the next train,” she told herself, sitting down by the window to peruse the wonderful newspaper account for the twentieth time.
Strangely enough, no mention was made in the article of the condition attached to the will, that he must wed the girl of his uncle’s choosing.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Trevalyn seemed to grow alarmingly worse, much to the annoyance of the hotel management.
By some means they learned of the failure of the lady’s husband in New York, and their suave courtesy to the late magnate’s wife and daughter changed into positive brusqueness, as they declared to Miss Trevalyn that she would have to remove her mother at once from the Ocean House to some private boarding house, as it was imperative that they should close the hotel by noon.
They condescended, however, to give Queenie a note to a trained nurse, a Mrs. Brent, suggesting that she would in all probability receive her mother and self for a few days, until Mrs. Trevalyn was able to return to New York.
And thither, letter in hand, Queenie turned her steps, murmuring to herself:
“Ah, me! How strange are the tricks fate plays upon us!” little dreaming as she uttered the words of the thrilling event about to transpire.
CHAPTER VII.
A DREAD ALTERNATIVE.
“He said, ‘I never can forgive