Walraven and her cousin.
The drawing-room door was ajar, Mollie's little figure hidden in the
amber drapery of the window, and she could see them plainly, without
herself being seen.
"You won't fail?" Mrs. Walraven said, impressively. "I will do my part.
Are you equal to yours?"
"I never fail where I mean to succeed," answered Dr. Guy, with equal
emphasis. "Sooner or later, I triumph! I shall triumph now! 'All things
are possible to him who knows how to wait.' I have waited, and this
night gives me my reward."
The house door closed after the young man. Mrs. Walraven peeped into the
drawing-room, never seeing the slender figure amid the voluminous golden
damask, and then reascended the stairs. Mollie was again in silence and
solitude.
"Now, what are those two up to, I should like to know?" soliloquized the
young lady. "Some piece of atrocious mischief, I'll be bound! He looks
like the Miltonic Lucifer sometimes, that man, only not one half so
good-looking; but there is a snakish, treacherous, cold-blooded glare
in his greenish-black eyes that makes me think of the arch-tempter; and
some people have the bad taste to call him handsome.
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