|Chapter Number||XLII. (Continued.)|
|Newspaper Title||The Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||The Devil's Own. An Australian Story|
THE DEVIL’S OWN.
AN AUSTRALIAN STORY BY MRS. RICHMOND HENTY. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) CHAPTER XX. (Continued).
She was silent for a while, thinking it out, as she said to herself— “Hark, it is some one coming up. I must be cautious, and get rid of that
horrid habit I have of thinking aloud. Hush! I hear some one at the door. Surely that poor pilgarlic of a porter downstairs could not have been listening. Well, good night, dear, you looked radiant to-night, every one said. Good night and pleasant dreams,” she said, nodding to herself in the large mirror, as she went to the door. Some one was coming up the stairs humming softly to himself “Oh, stay with me, my darling, stay. And like a dream thy life shall pass away.” She knew the voice to be Forth’s, and smiled as he softened it on his way towards her room, evidently fearing to awaken any sleeper. “He is at least merciful,” she said, as she wended her way wearily to her room, next to Mrs. Cholmondeley’s, closing the door gently. “ I wish to goodness I had been introduced to Lord Vereker. What an idiot I was not to think of it. Well, it’s not too late— to-morrow will do. He will be there, and see if I don’t cut my lady out. And yet I owe her no grudge, she is quite welcome to Sir Hubert Army- tage. Sir Hubert Armytage, eh—his Satanic majesty in disguise! Good night, Fauchette.”