The Lamp of Fate
ce more. As she took it from him he noticed that those thin, angular arms of hers seemed to close round the little swaddled body in an almost jealously possessive clasp. But there was none of the ten
his absorption, did he hear the whimpering cry-almost of protest-that
it by the stupendous, nullifying fact that his wife had given birth to a daughter. Then, wit
st year of his marriage-seemed to din in his ears anew. Such phrases as "selling your soul," "putting a woman of that type in o
inst his conscience-satisfied his desi
hion if God thought so too. What was it Catherine had said
o his own shoes, and failing an heir in the direct line of succession the title and entailed estate would of necessity go to Rupert Vallincourt, a cousin-a gay and debonair young rake of much charm of manner and equal ab
d for eight successive generations-appeared to Hugh in the light of a direct manifestation of God's intention that no s
an inherited tradition of right-doing which was bound to assert itself in succeeding generations. Whereas in the offspring of Diane heave
ding compensation in the glowing moments of his passion for Diane. Nevertheless-since living in an atmosphere of disapproval tends to fray the strongest nerves-his te
tandpoint as Catherine saw it, and in the unlooked-for birth of a daughter he thought he recognised the Hand of God, sternly uprooti
ment against his wife. Words from an old Book
d he but realised it-he was already looking for someone with whom to share the blame for his lapse from the Vallincourt standa
a blank period of suspense, the little quiet clicking of the latch cut almost
it?" he
contemplative curiosity in her eyes. They might have held surprise as well as curiosity had she not lately stood beside th
ne hates me. Yes, she does, she does! And she'll make you hate me too! But you won't hat
g off at last in the silence of exhaustion, and an impulse of indign
Hugh. She ought to rest now, but she is
plied rebuke in the last sent
risp starched figure up the stairs and into a hal
se raised the blind a little, and the light of the westering sun fell across the pill
ice from the b
ife. Probably never had D
y the holy suffering of motherhood, and the face of the "foreign dancing-woman," born and bred in a qu
and, her lips curving into a smile
-mon
drew her into his arms she let her head fall back again
gh stung, and his eyes left his wife's face and riveted themselves upon the figure in the low chair by
s exquisite moment of reunion with his wife. Insensibly his arms relaxed their clasp of the f
back to his face, searched it wildly. Instantly she knew the
her voice, leaving it dry and toneless. "Hugh! Yo
held him back. The old, narrow creed in which he had been reared, whose shackles he had broken through when he had recklessly followed the bidding of hi
ken your punishment
ion of the issues of right and wrong. He had sinned, and both he and the woman for whose sake he had defied his own creed, and that of his fathers before him, must make atonemen
that the child is a girl. I a
austed, from woman's supreme conflict with death. But the fanatic loses sight of normal values, and Hugh, obsessed by his newly conce
way through the Valley of the Shad
?" she repea
rriage-our
reath cam
sleeve. "Oh, you're not going to be like Catherine? Say you're not! Hugh, you've always said she was crazy to call our marriage a
I wanted to think it," he returned remors
herself up o
e made no answer: "Hugh, you're frightening me! What
colour appeared on either cheek. Old Virginie
xcite
d to leave
his another time
d her head
ow! Don't
hrew one glance at the patient, huddled flushed and excited against the pillows, then without more ado she mar
ed in a low voice of concentrated anger. "I
nd her, and Hugh found himself stand
e she was dangerously ill, but at last the combined efforts of doctor and nurse restored h
lity. When the fever which had ensued abated, she described the whole scene in detail to Virginie a
est, to take part in this deception. The doctor,
allincourt-salving your own fool conscience at you
," protested Hugh.
s more or less used to the odd vagaries of human nature, bu
f thunder have you been
hate her," declar
orted the other.
ot impo
tered during the last few weeks-altered incredibly. He was a stone lighter to start with, and his blond, clear
love her because I can't help myself. I hate her because I ought never to
acred," suggested
ed not to
nce to go on, Lancaster
pret
is changed-nothing altered
at, after all, there wil
h was ineffectual. Hugh loo
. "I've made my decision-laid down the lines of our future life together. I'm only waiting till
health that you can brea
rey eyes gleam
r my question?"
ter sp
as ever she was," he said violen
ther members of the household, and it was with almost the excitement of a schoolgirl coming home for the holidays that, when she was at last released from the doctor's supervision, she retook possession of her
the dressing-table. Instead of holding its usual array of silver-backed brushes and polished shaving tackle, winking in the sunshine, it was empty. She stared at it blankly. Then her glance tr
m and torn open the doors of the great armoire where Hugh kept his clothes. This, too, was empty-shelves and hanger ali
er with the veiled cu
y Sir Hugh's o
am? Or had it been an actual happening-that terrible little scene with her husband when, standing rigid and unbending b
d been times when Diane-rebuked incessantly-had fancied she must be the Scarlet Woman herself, or at least a very near relative. And then had come moments when Hugh, carried away by his ardour, had once more played the
f struggle, as though Hugh loved her in spite of himself, in d
ping away from what had been his room of every familiar little personal poss
or had closed behind her she flew downstairs to her husband's study and, not pausing to comply with the unwritten law which fo
ia
th a cold light of astonis
n't like to be
pened. There's been a mistake. . . . Hugh, they've
dark eyes fixed on his face, two patches of brilliant colour showi
nch of her; he, immaculate and composed, his face coldly expressionless, yet with a hint of something warmer, a suppressed glow, be
aring at me like that!" Diane'
ke, very slowl
ulpable mistake. Catherine realised it from the beginning. I only realise my full guilt now that I am punished. But whatever I ca
she had seen his dismantled room she had known, known surely, that the lon
What are you going to do? You're not
ght to punish you. You've
being myself," she
"So I alone am to blame. You will retain your position here as my wife-mistress of my home." Diane, remembering Cat
endurance in his voice, and s
truth." She spoke gently, pleadingly. "Don't do this thing. We've
was imp
't wrong to love-but somet
to him, and laid h
she whispered. "No
sile
, his eyes ablaze, his
easy to decide on this? When every fibre of
do it! Hug
lence he caught
ll make my penance, accept the burden laid
esisting his attempt
. . . Dear, some day there may
er from hi
a son of ours! Never!
the ecstasy of the martyr embracing the stake to which he shall
ase go? That is my las
tingly towards the
ug
her voice. Her eyes were those o
he repeated
She stepped blindly forward. The next moment the
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