"
"Of course, she was, and a capital nurse she made. Sarah's worth her
weight in gold, and you will tell her so the next time you see her. And
now, here we are at Mrs. Watson's, and so good-bye for an hour or two,
my little wife."
And Mollie went in, her face radiant, and all the world changed since
she had left.
With the "witching hour of candle-light" came Mr. Ingelow again, to
spend the evening with his lady-love. He looked a little serious, as
Mollie saw.
"What is it, Hugh?" she asked, in alarm.
"Nothing much. I was thinking of Walraven. I saw him this afternoon."
"Well?" breathlessly.
"He is off again. Back to Europe, in the steamer to-morrow, never to
return, he says. I never saw a man more cast down. So old Madame
Walraven will be monarch of all she surveys once more, and the Fifth
Avenue mansion will be the abode of darkness and desolation again. Miss
Blanche is settled at Yonkers for good."
"Did you tell him--"
"About our forthcoming nuptials? Oh, yes! He looked rather surprised,
and asked about the Mysterious Unknown in the mask.
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