I found myself repeating them
over and over again--"I shall never leave Crown Anstey."
Yet she must have known that when my young wife came home, Crown Anstey
would be no place for her.
Was there any meaning in the words she repeated so often, or did she say
them merely with an idea of comforting herself?
It was that very evening that I sat by myself in the library arranging
some papers, and thinking at the same time what I must say to Coralie,
and how I must say it, when the door suddenly opened and she entered.
I looked at her, surprised, for she did not often intrude when I was
alone and occupied. She was very pale. With quiet determination on her
beautiful face, she walked up to me and leaned her arm on the back of my
chair.
"So, cousin," she said, "this marriage is going on?"
"Certainly, Coralie. I pray to God nothing may prevent it."
"You would lose your reason, I suppose, if you lost Agatha?"
"I cannot tell. I only know that, no matter how long I lived, life would
have no further charm for me."
She bent her head caressingly over me; her perfumed hair touched my
face.
"Edgar," she whispered, "once more I lose sight of my woman's pride;
once more I come to you and ask you--ah! do not turn from me--I ask you
to give up Agatha, and"--
She paused, for very shame, I hope.
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