The Haunted Hotel eBook

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‘What woman?’ Henry asked.

The answer literally struck him speechless.  With amazement and indignation in his face, he looked at Mrs. Ferrari as she pronounced the hated name of ‘Lady Montbarry.’  ‘I’ll see to it,’ was all he said.  He knocked at the house-door; and he too, in his turn, was let in.

CHAPTER XI

‘Lady Montbarry, Miss.’

Agnes was writing a letter, when the servant astonished her by announcing the visitor’s name.  Her first impulse was to refuse to see the woman who had intruded on her.  But Lady Montbarry had taken care to follow close on the servant’s heels.  Before Agnes could speak, she had entered the room.

’I beg to apologise for my intrusion, Miss Lockwood.  I have a question to ask you, in which I am very much interested.  No one can answer me but yourself.’  In low hesitating tones, with her glittering black eyes bent modestly on the ground, Lady Montbarry opened the interview in those words.

Without answering, Agnes pointed to a chair.  She could do this, and, for the time, she could do no more.  All that she had read of the hidden and sinister life in the palace at Venice; all that she had heard of Montbarry’s melancholy death and burial in a foreign land; all that she knew of the mystery of Ferrari’s disappearance, rushed into her mind, when the black-robed figure confronted her, standing just inside the door.  The strange conduct of Lady Montbarry added a new perplexity to the doubts and misgivings that troubled her.  There stood the adventuress whose character had left its mark on society all over Europe—­the Fury who had terrified Mrs. Ferrari at the hotel—­inconceivably transformed into a timid, shrinking woman!  Lady Montbarry had not once ventured to look at Agnes, since she had made her way into the room.  Advancing to take the chair that had been pointed out to her, she hesitated, put her hand on the rail to support herself, and still remained standing.  ‘Please give me a moment to compose myself,’ she said faintly.  Her head sank on her bosom:  she stood before Agnes like a conscious culprit before a merciless judge.

The silence that followed was, literally, the silence of fear on both sides.  In the midst of it, the door was opened once more—­ and Henry Westwick appeared.

He looked at Lady Montbarry with a moment’s steady attention—­ bowed to her with formal politeness—­and passed on in silence.  At the sight of her husband’s brother, the sinking spirit of the woman sprang to life again.  Her drooping figure became erect.  Her eyes met Westwick’s look, brightly defiant.  She returned his bow with an icy smile of contempt.

Henry crossed the room to Agnes.

‘Is Lady Montbarry here by your invitation?’ he asked quietly.

‘No.’

‘Do you wish to see her?’

‘It is very painful to me to see her.’

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