In the early hours of the morning, unable to
bear the suspense any longer, Melusine had ventured to explore the mansion, the
lantern she had brought in hand, commenting to herself all the time on the state
of the place and the difficulties of her task, and having no idea of the
consequences she was bringing on herself thereby. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse
with Capes vanished again. There he sat, cheerfully friendly in his sex’s freedom—the
man she loved, the one man she cared should unlock the way to the wide world
for her imprisoned feminine possibilities, and he seemed regardless that she
stifled under his eyes; he made a jest of all this passionate insurgence of the
souls of women against the fate of their conditions. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions,
with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all
coherent means of expression. ”
“Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. For four hours he had
shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. The house had in fact been converted into a convent,
but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed
in this part of town. ’
Melusine shrugged. "
"I hear nothing, Sir," laughed Austin. . Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to
exhibit some disposition to riot.
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