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Page 27
Alexandrine stood a moment in the door, looking at the lovely picture
presented by her young hostess. A pang, vague and unacknowledged, wrung
her heart, and showed itself on her countenance. But she came forward
with expressions of admiration.
"You are perfect, Margie--absolutely perfect! Poor gentlemen! how I pity
them to-night! How their wretched hearts will ache!"
Margie laughed.
"Nonsense, Alex, don't be absurd! Go and dress yourself. I am going to
the opera, and you must accompany us."
"_Us_--who may that plural pronoun embody?"
"Myself--and Mr. Trevlyn."
"Ah! thank you. Mr. Trevlyn may not care for an addition to his nice
little arrangement for a _t�te-�-t�te_."
"Don't be vexed, Alexandrine. We thought you would pass the evening at
your friend's, and Archer only came in to tell me a few hours ago."
"Of course I am not vexed, dear," and the girl kissed Margie's glowing
cheek. "Lovers will be lovers the world over. Silly things, always, and
never interesting company for other people. How long before Mr. Trevlyn
is coming for you?"
Margie consulted her watch.
"At eight. It is now seven. In an hour."
"In an hour! An hour's time! Long enough to change the destiny of
empires!"
"How strangely you talk, Alexandrine! What spirit possesses you?" asked
Margie, filled, in spite of herself, with a curious premonition of evil.
Alexandrine sat down by the side of her friend, and looked searchingly
into her face, her great black eyes holding Margie with a sort of
serpent-like fascination.
"Margaret, you love this Archer Trevlyn very dearly do you not?"
Margie blushed crimson, but she answered, proudly:
"Why need I be ashamed to confess it? I do. I love him with my whole
soul!"
"And you do not think there is in you any possibility of a change?"
"A change! What do you mean? Explain yourself."
"You do not think the time will ever come when you will cease to love Mr.
Arthur Trevlyn?"
"It will never come!" Margie replied, indignantly, "never, while I have
my reason!"
"Do you believe in love's immortality?"
"I believe that all true love is changeless as eternity! I am not a
child, Alexandrine, to be blown about by every passing breeze."
"No, you are a woman now, with a woman's capability of suffering. You
ought, also, to be possessed of woman's resolution of a woman's strength
to endure sorrow and affliction."
"I have never had any great affliction, Alexandrine. The death of Mr.
Linmere was horrible to me, but it was not as if I had loved him; and
though I loved Mr. Trevlyn, my guardian, he died so peacefully, that I
cannot wish him back. And my dear parents--I was so young then, and they
were so willing to go! No, I do not think I have ever had any great
sorrow, such as blast people's whole lifetimes."
"But you think you will always continue to love Archer Trevlyn?"
"How strangely you harp on that string! What do you mean? There is
something behind all this; I see it in your face. You frighten me!"
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