And you, Warner," turning
to Denzil, who had not spoken since the opening of the door, "I know you'll
keep the secret."
"Yes. I will keep your secret," Denzil answered, cold as ice; and said no
word more.
They walked slowly round the house by the terrace, where the clipped yews
stood out like obelisks against the bleak bright sky. Papillon ran and
skipped at her father's side, clinging to him, expatiating upon her
sufferings in the dust and darkness. Denzil followed with, Angela, in a
dead silence.
CHAPTER XI.
LIGHTER THAN VANITY.
"I think father must be a witch," Henriette said at dinner next day, "or
why did he tell me of the Italian lady who was shut in the dower-chest,
just before Angela and I were lost in"--she checked herself at a look from
his lordship--"in the chimney?"
"It wants no witch to tell that little girls are foolish and mischievous,"
answered Fareham.
"You ladies must have been vastly black when you came out of your
hiding-place," said De Malfort. "I should have been sorry to see so much
beauty disguised in soot. Perhaps Mrs. Kirkland means to appear in the
character of a chimney at our next Court masquerade. She would cause as
great a stir as Lady Muskerry, in all her Babylonian splendour; but for
other reasons.
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