A Silver Brand — page 163: what you’re looking at

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A SILVER BRAND. x 155 “And shana you know who she is? Did Lady Theresa know ?” demanded Aubrey. “IT have no question about her identity. And you say she is beautiful and charming. Heaven speed Stephano’s wooing !” returned the baron, walking to the window, rub- bing his hands together softly. A sullen red swept into Aubrey Dalberg’s face. “Do you mean that your son has gone to America to marry this girl? Your daughter gave me to understand that it was to procure an important witness in your behalf.” “It was for both objects, my dear friend; one certainly as important as the other. And so you have seen her? It makes her seem less like amyth. It was so many years before I dreamed of her existence I can never make it real. And she is young and lovely, but unsophisticated evidently, and kept secluded. The more propitious for Stephano, who has quick wits and a generous heart with his good looks.” Aubrey clenched his hands on the arm of the chair. His blood was burning and tingling in very vein. Was this the help he had given them—this sending an- other to win the beautiful maideh who had reigned queen of his thoughts, star of his hopes, ever since he had crossed the Atlantic. The baron could not fail to perceive his dieronpemite “You are ‘not pleased, I see, Herr Dalberg, , yet t cannot see any reason for it.” » ‘‘T am not,” returned Aubrey, quickly. “TI grow every moment more impatient of this restraint, more Hrsgeheest tS with the whole affair.” The baron reddened, and stood a moment irresolute. ‘“‘ Besides, ”’ continued Aubrey, coldly, “what do I know - of Stephano? What satisfactory assurance have I that he is worthy of this good and gentle girl? J am in a measure responsible for the result, since I am the unconscious means of bringing it about. I cannot think it is well or rightly done that he has gone masquerading to America inmyname. [insist upon a full explanation of who and what she is.” ‘Insist !” repeated the baron, his haughty. temple flam- ing up; “that is a singular word for Herr Dalberg to use.” “Perhaps Von Schubert would not think so,” answered Aubrey, walking hastily to the door, and laying his hand on the key. ‘‘You may believe me nothing but a drivel- ing idiot, ready to cower with fear before your threats. I Gomicbooks (Efe)