"We shall be lonely also."
"I hope so."
"I must say our lives have been very complete at the villa," said Lady
Esmondet; "our cup of content has been full."
"To the brim;" and his eyes turn at last from Vaura's face as he says,
"you had better drop me here, at the telegraph office while you turn
into the Corso," and stepping from the landau, lifting his hat he was
gone.
"I wonder," said Vaura, "should poor Sir Vincent die, if Miss
Trevalyon will return to New York."
"I am sure of it; Lionel tells me his cousin dislikes English life as
much as she likes that of her ain countree."
Vaura fell into a reverie; after some moments, waking to herself,
said:
"I did not show you the interesting epistle I received from Mrs.
Haughton, in which she says, 'society' hath it that Capt. Trevalyon
rejoices in a 'hidden wife.'"
"A pure invention got up to hurt him."
"But why?" she asked with assumed carelessness.
"Because he is not at a certain woman's feet, she has joined herself
with black Delrose, his enemy of years, is my surmise, and I think the
_denouement_ will prove me correct.
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