Pray for his safety. It is all you can do. It is
given to some to work, to others to pray. I must work now."
She led Faith towards the door; she could not endure more; she must hold
herself firm for the journey and the struggle before her. If she broke
down now she could not go forward; and Faith's presence roused in her an
emotion almost beyond control.
At the door she took both of Faith's hands in hers, and kissed her cheek.
"It is your place to stay; you will see that it is best. Good-bye," she
added hurriedly, and her eyes were so blurred that she could scarcely see
the graceful, demure figure pass into the sunlit street.
That afternoon Lord Windlehurst entered the Duchess of Snowdon's presence
hurried and excited. She started on seeing his face.
"What has happened?" she asked breathlessly. "She is gone," he answered.
"Our girl has gone to Egypt."
The Duchess almost staggered to her feet. "Windlehurst--gone!" she
gasped.
"I called to see her. Her ladyship had gone into the country, the footman
said. I saw the butler, a faithful soul, who would die--or clean the area
steps--for her.
Pages:
680
681
682
683
684
685
686
687
688
689
690
691
692
693
694
695
696
697
698
699
700
701
702
703
704