In visiting your gallery, I only revived the familiar associations of
hundreds of other visits. To what influence was I really indebted for
my respite? Don't try to dismiss the question by laughing at my morbid
fancies. Morbid fancies are realities to a man like me. Remember the
doctor's words, Loring. Think of a new face, seen in your house! Think
of a look that searched my heart for the first time!"
Lord Loring glanced once more at the clock on the mantel-piece. The
hands pointed to the dinner hour.
"Miss Eyrecourt?" he whispered.
"Yes; Miss Eyrecourt."
The library door was thrown open by a servant. Stella herself entered
the room.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PRIEST OR THE WOMAN?
LORD LORING hurried away to his dressing room. "I won't be more than ten
minutes," he said--and left Romayne and Stella together.
She was attired with her customary love of simplicity. White lace was
the only ornament on her dress of delicate silvery gray. Her magnificent
hair was left to plead its own merits, without adornment of any sort.
Even the brooch which fastened her lace pelerine was of plain gold only.
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