The tears rushed to his eyes.
"I can't stand it," he cried. "She must hear the words _now_--
this is the time for me to go to her and say that I love her better
than all the world. Nothing else matters."
In his eagerness he was starting for the door when a sharp cry fell
from her lips. He hesitated, struck by the note of consternation in
the cry.
A carriage had drawn up at the curb in front of the house. A face
appeared at the open window of the vehicle, a never-to-be-forgotten
face that brought to mind the African gazelle in Van Slye's.
David turned. For a moment he could not believe his eyes. He stood
rigid in the paralysis of stupefaction. Then a cold perspiration
started from every pore of his body. He sprang to Mrs. Braddock's
side. She was even then peering down the street, a great fear in her
heart, every fiber quivering with alarm.
Colonel Grand was assisting his daughter to the sidewalk. Already he
had lifted his hat and sent a nauseous smile to the woman above.
David's gaze followed hers in quest of a more sinister actor who might
even then be coming upon the scene for the tragic climax.
Pages:
467
468
469
470
471
472
473
474
475
476
477
478
479
480
481
482
483
484
485
486
487
488
489
490
491