The man gazed after her in undisguised astonishment.
"By St. Michael! the girl has a tremendous spirit in that slight frame of hers. She has always seemed such a sweet little angel, too—no one would have suspected it. However, there are more ways than one to accomplish my purpose, and I flatter myself that I shall yet conquer her."
With this comforting reflection, he sought his sister, to relate what had occurred, and enlist her crafty talents in planning his next move in the desperate game he was playing.
CHAPTER XX.
EDITH RESOLVES TO MEET HER ENEMIES WITH THEIR OWN WEAPONS.
The morning following her interview with Emil Correlli, when Edith attempted to leave her room to go down to breakfast, she found, to her dismay, that her door had been fastened on the outside.
An angry flush leaped to her brow.
"So they imagine they can make me bend to their will by making a prisoner of me, do they?" she exclaimed, with flashing eyes and scornful lips. "We shall see!"
But she was powerless just then to help herself, and so was obliged to make the best of her situation for the present.