“Why, he—he eloped with Mrs. Fleming’s maid, a pert little wretch, and—and Daisie and I had to help her do up her hair for a week before she got another girl to suit.”
“Miss Janowitz!”
Lord Werter’s voice was so stern it made her tremble.
“Do you realize what you are saying about Dallas Bain?”
“Oh, yes; it’s the honest truth, Lord Werter. He was Mrs. Fleming’s guest, and flirted with the maid. And on the night Daisie married Mr. Sherwood he eloped with Letty Green. Oh, yes; it’s true. They were seen to board the New York train just before daylight. Besides, the girl left a note to her old beau, a servant at Sea View, confessing the truth, and saying Mr. Bain was going to marry her in New York. So, you see, your double was no credit to you, and——Why, Lord Werter, are you angry at my nonsense, or are you ill? Your face is as pale as a dead man’s, and your eyes are like fire. What is the matter with you?”
CHAPTER XXIX.
“FOR DAISIE’S SAKE.”
It was no wonder that Annette cried out in alarm, for a most startling change had come over the handsome face of Lord Werter.
His splendid dark eyes fairly blazed with indignation, and his face went death-white, while his whole frame trembled with emotion.
“You have told me a most startling story,” he said hoarsely.
“Yes; but I did not expect that it would affect a stranger so greatly,” the young girl returned significantly.