Her Faithful Knight — page 59: what you’re looking at

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A Story of London. 55 Spasmodically he was tender and effusive, but at last he assumed a pitying instead of a loving tone, and openly lamented the possibility of increased expenses. This conduct especially was very, very hard to bear. He was deeply in debt, and our united salary of four pounds ten a week scarcely met our expenses, so that I dared not leave off acting. “Every day my heartache grew. I longed passion- ately for you, for the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice; but Sergius would not hear of my sending for you, and in what seemed like an excess of his former fervor, he asked me if his love were not enough for me, and declared himself bitterly jealous of my affection ior - you. “At last, one night in the dressing room, just two months ago, one of the married women, who meant, I think, to be kind, asked me if I did not consider it time to stop the ‘sort of thing that was going on between my husband and Lelia Montgomery.’ At first I could not understand her, but as she went on talking I recalled little incidents, things that had puzzled me, and which might have opened my eyes earlier to the true state of the case. Still, I could not, I would not, believe my husband false to me. ““Here is Lelia,’ whispered my informant; ‘she has been out driving with Mr. Trevelyan, and he has brought her to the theatre.’ “Dorothy, try to put yourself in my place and live through the scene that followed. “The girl came in, showily dressed, laughing, trium- phant. I dare say I was a little hysterical, for I turned to her before them all and asked her whether it was true that she had been out with my husband. “She looked at me from head to foot, and burst into a fit of coarse laughter. ' EomiGchdooks. co