Her Faithful Knight — page 216: what you’re looking at

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212 A Shadow on the Window. “But that was six months ago,” said Phyllis, shaking her head. “I can’t help thinking that he is in England now. When I die, you must not put ‘Phyllis Knight’ on my grave. You must remember that I have been his wife, and everybody knows it, not only you and Cresswell, but ‘Nurse Rose and Dr. Morgan, and those theatrical people, and the people living about here. You must call me the wife of—ah! how stupid! I can’t be Mrs. Sergius Tre- velyan, for he told me that was an assumed name. Oh, I wish I knew his real name!” “His name,” said Dorothy, suddenly, “is the Hon. Dar- cy Derrick.” She could never teil by what impulse the words slipped out. Something in her sister’s half-delirious anxiety hurt her, so that she was forced into saying what she knew. Phyllis raised herself on her arm and stared at her curi- ously. “How did you find that out?” she asked. “From a member of the company I played with. But now, darling, leave cff thinking about him and about death and dreadful things. And tell me, does Dr. Mor- gan know of your habit of taking laudanum ?” “Yes. -He got angry about it, and that’s why I won’t see him now. [| am so glad I told you. I can’t bear to think of there being secrets between us. The light’s going and you are only trying your eyes, so don’t go back to your painting. Stay where you are, until you start for Arundel Mansions, with your hands in mine, and your head on the cushion near me. If I know you are here I believe I can go to sleep, just as I used to when we were children and I had been naughty and told you all about it, and you had scolded me and kissed me and forgiven me.” With motherly tenderness Dorothy kissed her, and re- mained kneeling by her side in the gathering twilight. The fire touched both faces with a rosy outline, bringing Eomichbooks (G(0)