"
"Indeed, Madame Durski!" cried Reginald, with a sneer; "this is a
wonderful change."
"You thought, perhaps, there were no limits to a woman's folly," said
Paulina; "but you see you were wrong. There is an end even to that. And
now, Sir Reginald Eversleigh, I will wish you good evening, and
farewell."
"Is this a farce, Paulina?" asked the baronet, in a voice that was
almost stifled by rage.
"No, Sir Reginald, it is a stern reality," answered Madame Durski,
laying her hand on the bell.
Her summons was speedily answered by Carlo Toas.
"Carlo, the door," she said, quietly.
The baronet gave her one look--a dark and threatening glance--and then
left the room, followed by the Spaniard, who conducted him to his cab
with every token of grave respect.
"Curse her!" muttered Sir Reginald, between his set teeth, as he drove
away from Hilton House. "It must be Douglas Dale who has given her the
power to insult me thus, and he shall pay for her insolence. But why
did Victor bring those two together? An alliance between them can only
result in mischief to me. I must and will fathom his motive for conduct
that seems so incomprehensible."
* * * * *
Sir Reginald and his fatal ally, Carrington, met on the following day,
and the former angrily related the scene which had been enacted at
Hilton House.
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