38/56 "We diverge! You must go soon. It is best not to be seen leaving here at a very late hour--especially as my father is known to be away. He is here to watch--_everybody_." She was leaning against the great carved mantel post, a tall, slender, lissome creature, exquisitely gowned in rarest Irish lace, her bare neck and shoulders gleaming white against the dull timbers beyond, the faint glow from the embers creeping up to her face with the insistence of a maiden's flush. He gazed in rapt admiration, his heart thumping like fury in his great breast. |