And sad and faint-hearted I wander alone.”
“His father will be bitterly angry,” said Mrs. Beresford, sighing.
“Very likely,” Alva returned, indifferently.
“I am sorry you take sides with your brother against us,” stiffly.
Alva laughed drearily, then said, coldly:
“I glory in his independence!”
CHAPTER XXIII.
“YOU WICKED, WICKED GIRL!” CRIED THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR.
Otho Maury received no answer to the letter he so artfully sent to St. George Beresford.
But he had not expected a reply. He knew that the blow must fall with too crushing a weight on the lover’s heart to admit of comment, and he knew also that Beresford would never forgive him for his offense against Floy.