"
He moved forward as he spoke; and the light of the full moon falling on
his smooth, clean-shaven face, showed it so ghastly white, so moved by
strong emotion that Lady Constance started back a step, while Leroy
himself stared in surprise.
"Good Heavens!" he said, "whatever is the matter to make you drive down
in such a state? What is wrong? Is it the theatre?" A faint contemptuous
smile crossed his face as he thought of Ada.
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Vermont, scornfully. "The theatre! No, Adrien,
there's not a moment to be lost. I must speak with you at once. Don't
look at me like that. You do not grasp what imminent peril is hanging
over you."
"Peril!" gasped Lady Constance, springing forward and placing her hand
on Adrien's arm, her movement showing, perhaps unconsciously, the state
of her feelings towards him more than anything else could have done. It
was as if she wished to share with him any approaching pain.
Jasper glanced at her from beneath his lowered lids--the sort of hungry
look one would imagine a starving wolf might cast at a lamb.
"Serious peril!" repeated Lady Constance.
"Of what kind?" asked Leroy, still with that faint smile on his lips,
and quite unmoved by Jasper's solemn face.
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