I now consecrate it to
vengeance. I swear to take such revenge on him as shall bring the name
of Arleigh low indeed."
And that vow she intended to keep.
"If ever I forget what has passed here," she said to herself, "may
Heaven forget me!"
To her servants she had never seemed colder or haughtier than on this
night, when she kept them waiting while she registered her vow.
What shape was her vengeance to take?
"I shall find out," she thought; "it will come in time."
Chapter XIV.
Miss L'Estrange was standing alone in the small conservatory on the
morning following her eventful conversation with Lord Arleigh, when the
latter was announced. How she had passed the hours of the previous night
was known only to herself. As the world looks the fairer and fresher for
the passing of a heavy storm, the sky more blue, the color of flowers
and trees brighter so she on this morning, after those long hours of
agony, looked more beautiful than ever. Her white morning dress, made of
choice Indian muslin, was relieved by faint touches of pink; fine white
lace encircled her throat and delicate wrists.
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