"
"Always supposing she will not consent to return with you to New York in
that character?"
"Of course. But she never will do that," the doctor said, despondently.
"You don't know how she hates me, Blanche."
Blanche shrugged her graceful shoulders.
"Do you implicitly trust this woman you have hired?"
"I trust no one," responded Dr. Guy, brusquely. "My mother and Sally and
Peter will watch her. Although, I dare say, there may be no necessity,
it is always best to be on the safe side."
"How I should like to see her--to triumph over her--to exult in her
misery!" Blanche cried, her eyes sparkling.
"I dare say," said Dr. Oleander, with sneering cynicism. "You would not
be a woman, else. But you will never have the chance. I don't hate my
poor little captive, remember. There! is that the dinner-bell?"
"Yes--come! We have Sir Roger Trajenna to-day, and Mr. Walraven detests
being kept waiting."
"Poor Sir Roger!" with a sneering laugh. "How does the lovesick old
dotard bear this second loss?"
"Better than he did the first; his pride aids him.
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