Rosa Mundi and Other Stories eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about Rosa Mundi and Other Stories.

Rosa Mundi and Other Stories eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 342 pages of information about Rosa Mundi and Other Stories.

“Hope doesn’t die so easily,” she said softly.  “And I’ll tell you another thing that is ever so much harder to kill, that can never die at all, in fact; or, perhaps I needn’t.  Perhaps you can guess what it is?”

And again he did not answer her.  He only bent, holding her fast pressed against his heart, and kissed her fiercely, passionately, even violently, upon the lips.

“My Hope!” he said.  “My Hope!”

The Deliverer[1]

I

A PROMISE OF MARRIAGE

The band was playing very softly, very dreamily; it might have been a lullaby.  The girl who stood on the balcony of the great London house, with the moonlight pouring full upon her, stooped, and nervously, fumblingly, picked up a spray of syringa that had fallen from among the flowers on her breast.

The man beside her, dark-faced and grave, put out a perfectly steady hand.

“May I have it?” he said.

She looked up at him with the start of a trapped animal.  Her face was very pale.  It was in striking contrast to the absolute composure of his.  Very slowly and reluctantly she put the flower into his outstretched hand.

He took it, but he took her fingers also and kept them in his own.

“When will you marry me, Nina?” he asked.

She started again and made a frightened effort to free her hand.

He smiled faintly and frustrated it.

“When will you marry me?” he repeated.

She threw back her head with a gesture of defiance; but the courage in her eyes was that of desperation.

“If I marry you,” she said, “it will be purely and only for your money.”

He nodded.  Not a muscle of his face moved.

“Of course,” he said.  “I know that.”

“And you want me under those conditions?”

There was a quiver in the words that might have been either of scorn or incredulity.

“I want you under any conditions,” he responded quietly.  “Marry my money by all means if it attracts you!  But you must take me with it.”

The girl shrank.

“I can’t!” she whispered suddenly.

He released her hand calmly, imperturbably.

“I will ask you again to-morrow,” he said.

“No!” she said sharply.

He looked at her questioningly.

“No!” she repeated, with a piteous ring of uncertainty in her voice.  “Mr. Wingarde, I say No!”

“But you don’t mean it,” he said, with steady conviction.

“I do mean it!” she gasped.  “I tell you I do!”

She dropped suddenly into a low chair and covered her face with a moan.

The man did not move.  He stared absently down into the empty street as if waiting for something.  There was no hint of impatience about his strong figure.  Simply, with absolute confidence, he waited.

Five minutes passed and he did not alter his position.  The soft strains in the room behind them had swelled into music that was passionately exultant.  It seemed to fill and overflow the silence between them.  Then came a triumphant crash and it ended.  From within sounded the gay buzz of laughing voices.

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