If Doctor Oleander was so madly in love with you
that he carried you off to prevent your marrying any one else, one
might find some excuse for him. Love, we all know, is a 'short-lived
madness.' But for her, a woman, to invent that diabolical scheme in cold
blood, simply because she hated you! Oh, it was the work of an accursed
harridan, and never to be forgiven!"
He strode from the room as he spoke, his face and eyes aflame, and
stalked straight to the sleeping-room of Mme. Blanche. One loud rap;
then, before the attendant could open it he had flung it wide, and he
was standing, stern as Rhadamauthus, above the cowering woman in the bed.
"Do you leave the room!" he exclaimed, turning savagely upon the girl;
"and mind, no eavesdropping, if you have any regard for whole bones. Be
off!"
The frightened girl scampered at once. Mr. Walraven closed the door,
locked it, strode back, and stood glaring down upon his wife with folded
arms and fiercely shining eyes.
"Well, madame?"
"Spare me, Carl." She held up her arms in dire affright. "Forgive me, my
husband.
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