--Ah! Charles Verity--Charles Verity!--Her
heart misgave her that she had been too precipitate in this third
marriage. If she had waited?--
"Of course, with my wretchedly short sight, I may have been mistaken,"
Wace continued, pointedly ignoring her interruption, "but I am almost
convinced I recognized Colonel Carteret and Miss Verity--Damaris--through
the open door, on the other side of the _salle d'attente,_ in the crowd
on the platform about to take their places in the train from Cannes,
which had just come in."
Henrietta ceased to scan the head-lines or deplore her matrimonial
precipitation.
"Carteret and Damaris alone and together?" she exclaimed with
raised eyebrows.
"Yes, and it occurred to me that I there touched upon the explanation, in
part at least, of Sir Charles Verity's offensive manner. He had been to
see them off and was, for some reason, unwilling that we--you and I,
cousin Henrietta--should know of their journey."
Even in private life, at the very head-waters and source of her intrigues
and her scheming, Henrietta cleverly maintained an effect of secrecy.
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