I always thought poor Miles had something on his
mind--some secret. I told him so one day, and he did not deny it."
My darling came up to me with her sweet, pale face and outstretched
hands.
"Never mind, Edgar," she said. "If you lose Crown Anstey I will try to
love you all the more to make up for it."
What could I do but bless her and thank her? Yet I knew--God help me, I
knew in losing my fortune I lost her!
CHAPTER XII.
The little party that had so gayly assembled in the old library broke up
in the deepest gloom. Sir John was the only one who seemed at all
incredulous.
"Rely upon it," he said, "that, after all, it is some trick of the
French woman."
But Lady Thesiger had no such hope.
"I felt sure there was something wrong with Miles," she said. "He was
not happy. He had married in haste and repented at leisure."
For my own part, I had no hope. Remembering the subtle, seductive beauty
of the woman, I could well imagine Miles being led, even against
himself, into a marriage or anything else.
When they were gone I went back to the library. I wanted to face this
terrible blow alone, to realize the possibility that instead of being
Sir Edgar Trevelyan, of Crown Anstey, wealthy, honored and powerful, I
was Edgar Trevelyan, poor, homeless and penniless.
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