So,
a live millionaire being a more definite asset than the hoard of a
forgotten city, she had coolly informed von Kerber that if he wished to
improve his fortunes, he would do well to pay attention to Miss
Fenshawe, and leave her free to win a wealthy husband. It was a
villainous pact, but it might have succeeded, at any rate in Mrs.
Haxton's case, for no woman could be more gracious and deferentially
flattering than she when she chose to exert herself. And now, reality
seemed to yield to unreality. The substantial fabric of close
friendship between Fenshawe and herself had crumbled before the fiery
breath of the wilderness. What a turn of fortune's wheel! Here were all
her plans shattered in an instant, and the man on whom depended the
future changed into a hostile judge.
Royson found a queer conclave awaiting him. Irene, distressed by the
injustice of her grandfather's suspicion that she was sharing in a
conspiracy of silence, had retired to a corner of the tent, and wore an
air of indifference which she certainly did not feel.
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