Victorian Short Stories: Stories of Successful Marriages by Unknown
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'Well! a man, then, and he asks for you, and he rang at the front-door bell, and has walked into the dining-room.' 'You should never have let him,' exclaimed Norah. 'Master and missus out--' 'I did not want him to come in; but, when he heard you lived here, he walked past me, and sat down on the first chair, and said, "Tell her to come and speak to me." There is no gas lighted in the room, and supper is all set out.' 'He'll be off with the spoons!' exclaimed Norah, putting the housemaid's fear into words, and preparing to leave the room; first, however, giving a look to Ailsie, sleeping soundly and calmly. Downstairs she went, uneasy fears stirring in her bosom. Before she entered the dining-room she provided herself with a candle, and, with it in her hand, she went in, looking around her in the darkness for her visitor. He was standing up, holding by the table. Norah and he looked at each other; gradual recognition coming into their eyes. 'Norah?' at length he asked. 'Who are you?' asked Norah, with the sharp tones of alarm and incredulity. 'I don't know you'; trying, by futile words of disbelief, to do away with the terrible fact before her. |
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