Ernest William Hornung

“ I am going, Lady Bligh. It's no good staying and bothering you any longer. I have asked my questions.'
She rose sadly from the stool, and her eyes met Lady Bligh's again. For some minutes she had kept her face turned steadily to the fire. The rich warm glow of the fire still flushed her face and lingered in her luminous eyes. In the half-lit room, with the rain rattling ceaselessly against the panes, the presence of the Bride was especially attractive and comforting; but perhaps it was chiefly the rarity of her companionship to Lady Bligh that made the latter clutch Gladys's hand so eagerly. ”

“ I never cry, though sometimes I feel inclined to, when I think of everything.'
'But now you will often come beside me, Gladys?'
'Yes, I will come. And I will try to change; you have helped me already. It will not come all at once; but perhaps I can prevent myself giving you any fresh cause to be downright ashamed of me. Nay, I must. That's the least I can do. If I fail——'
She stopped, as though to think well of what she was saying. Her face became pale and stern—Lady Bligh never forgot it. ”

“ A maid answered it.
'Light a fire for Mrs Alfred downstairs—in the morning-room, I think—and this minute. How dreadful of me not to think of it before!' said Lady Bligh, when the servant was gone. 'Poor girl! Now I think of it, she did look cold at the table. I feel the cold myself to-day, but she must feel it ten times more, coming from that hot country. And I have had a fire all the morning, and she has not! She looked sad, too, as well as cold, now I think of it. I wonder why? She seems so unconscious of everything, so independent, so indifferent. ”