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246 - A WIFE’S AGONY. made the face of Desdemona solemn when she read death in Othello’s eyes. Alice kept silence while she wove the bright roses and placed them on the beautiful head. ‘‘T am quite satisfied,” said Lady Ethel, looking, with a smile, into her mirror. Well she might be—she looked like the rose-crowned queen of love herself. There was some time yet before the dinner-bell rang. As Alice stood by the gorgeous toilet-table, admiring some of the pretty ornaments, she heard the arrival—she heard the carriage-wheels, the pull at the bell, the mea- sured tread of servants’ feet. Lady Ethel flushed crimson ; Alice’s face grew white as that of the marble Clytie. ‘Lord Carsdale has arrived,” said Lady Ethel. But Alice spoke no word—no word; yet she could hear the loud beating of her own heart, and she clung with trembling hands to the table, lest she should fall. Then came a rap at the door. Lady Waldrove would be glad to see Miss Derwent; and Alice went. CHAPTER XXXVI. A WIFE'S AGONY. It was not much that the countess wanted—only to know whether a certain letter that she had desired to be written had been written. When Alice told her ‘‘ Yes,” she said: “You had better remain with me here, Miss Derwent: I may require your services. ” The fact being that, when the countess had any little cComicbooks.c m