"Mollie Dane," said Mrs. Walraven, calmly.
"By Jove!"
Dr. Oleander sat for a instant perfectly aghast.
"I only wonder it did not strike you at the time. It struck me, and I
whispered my suspicion in her ear as we passed into the drawing-room.
But she is a perfect actress. Neither start nor look betrayed her. She
stared at me with those insolent blue eyes of hers, as though she could
not possibly comprehend."
"Perhaps she could not."
Mrs. Walraven looked at him with a quiet smile--the smile of conscious
triumph.
"She is the cleverest actress I ever saw off the stage--so clever that
I am sometimes inclined to suspect she may have been once on it. No, my
dear Guy, she understood perfectly well. Mollie Dane was the
extraordinary bride Mr. Rashleigh married that extraordinary night."
"And who the devil," cried Dr. Guy, using powerful language in his
excitement, "was the birdegroom?"
"Ah!" said Blanche, "there's the rub! Mr. Rashleigh doesn't know, and I
don't know, and Mollie doesn't know herself."
"What!"
"My dear Doctor Oleander, your eyes will start from your head if you
stare after that fashion.
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