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contrast   between   her   ghastly   complexion   and   her   steely   glittering   black 

eyes was more startling than ever。 Robed in dismal black; relieved only by 

the   brilliant   whiteness    of   her  widow's     capreclining     in  a  panther…like 

suppleness of attitude on a little green sofashe looked at the stranger who 

had intruded on her; with a moment's languid curiosity; then dropped her 

eyes again to the hand…screen which she held between her face and the fire。 

'I don't know you;' she said。        'What do you want with me?' 

     Mrs。 Ferrari tried to answer。          Her   first burst of   courage   had   already 

worn itself out。       The bold words that she had determined to speak were 

living words still in her mind; but they died on her lips。 

     There was a moment of silence。            Lady Montbarry looked round again 

at the speechless stranger。         'Are you deaf?' she asked。 There was another 

pause。     Lady Montbarry quietly looked back again at the screen; and put 

another question。       'Do you want money?' 

     'Money!'      That one word roused the sinking spirit of the courier's wife。 

She recovered her courage; she found her voice。                'Look at me; my lady; if 

you please;' she said; with a sudden outbreak of audacity。 

     Lady   Montbarry   looked   round   for   the   third   time。      The   fatal   words 

passed Mrs。 Ferrari's lips。 

     'I   come;   my   lady;   to   acknowledge   the   receipt   of   the   money   sent   to 

Ferrari's widow。' 

     Lady Montbarry's glittering black eyes rested with steady attention on 

the    woman     who    had    addressed     her  in  those    terms。   Not    the  faintest 

expression of confusion or alarm; not even a momentary flutter of interest 

stirred the deadly stillness of her face。 She reposed as quietly; she held the 

screen   as   composedly;   as   ever。   The   test   had   been   tried;   and   had   utterly 

failed。 

     There was another silence。          Lady Montbarry considered with herself。 

The smile that came slowly and went away suddenlythe smile at once so 

sad and so cruelshowed itself on her thin lips。 She lifted her screen; and 

pointed with it to a seat at the farther end of the room。              'Be so good as to 



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take that chair;' she said。 

     Helpless   under   her   first     bewildering      sense   of   failurenot    knowing 

what to say or what to do nextMrs。 Ferrari mechanically obeyed。 Lady 

Montbarry;       rising    on   the   sofa   for   the   first  time;   watched      her   with 

undisguised       scrutiny    as  she   crossed     the  roomthen      sank    back    into  a 

reclining position once more。            'No;' she said to herself; 'the woman walks 

steadily; she is not intoxicatedthe only other possibility is that she may 

be mad。' 

     She had spoken loud enough to be heard。                   Stung by the insult; Mrs。 

Ferrari   instantly   answered   her:       'I   am   no   more   drunk   or   mad   than   you 

are!' 

     'No?'     said   Lady    Montbarry。        'Then     you    are   only   insolent?     The 

ignorant     English     mind    (I  have    observed)     is  apt  to  be   insolent    in  the 

exercise   of   unrestrained   English   liberty。        This   is   very   noticeable   to   us 

foreigners among you people in the streets。                Of course I can't be insolent 

to   you;   in  return。    I   hardly   know   what   to     say   to   you。   My   maid   was 

imprudent       in   admitting     you    so  easily    to  my    room。     I  suppose     your 

respectable       appearance      misled     her。    I    wonder     who     you    are?    You 

mentioned   the       name   of   a   courier   who    left   us  very   strangely。    Was    he 

married by any chance?            Are you his wife?         And do you know where he 

is?' 

     Mrs。    Ferrari's    indignation     burst   its  way   through     all  restraints。   She 

advanced to the  sofa;   she  feared nothing;  in   the  fervour   and   rage   of her 

reply。 

     'I am his widowand you know it; you wicked woman! Ah! it was an 

evil    hour   when     Miss   Lockwood        recommended        my    husband     to   be  his 

lordship's courier!' 

     Before she could add another word; Lady Montbarry sprang from the 

sofa with the stealthy suddenness of a catseized her by both shoulders 

and   shook   her   with   the   strength   and   frenzy   of   a   madwoman。        'You   lie! 

you   lie!   you   lie!'  She   dropped   her   hold   at   the   third   repetition   of   the 

accusation; and threw up her hands wildly with a gesture of despair。 'Oh; 

Jesu Maria! is it possible?' she cried。             'Can the courier have come to me 



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through   that   woman?'         She   turned   like   lightning   on   Mrs。   Ferrari;   and 

stopped her as she was escaping from the room。 'Stay here; you foolstay 

here; and answer me!            If   you   cry out; as sure   as the heavens are   above 

you;     I'll  strangle   you   with    my    own    hands。    Sit  down     againand      fear 

nothing。      Wretch!       It  is  I  who    am   frightened      frightened     out  of   my 

senses。      Confess   that   you   lied;   when   you   used   Miss   Lockwood's   name 

just now!       No!     I don't believe you on your oath; I will believe nobody 

but   Miss   Lockwood   herself。          Where   does   she   live?   Tell   me   that;   you 

noxious stinging little insectand you may go。' Terrified as she was; Mrs。 

Ferrari   hesitated。      Lady   Montbarry   lifted   her   hands   threateningly;   with 

the   long;   lean;   yellow…white   fingers   outspread   and   crooked   at   the   tips。 

Mrs。   Ferrari   shrank   at   the   sight   of   them;   and   gave   the   address。     Lady 

Montbarry   pointed   contemptuously   to   the   doorthen   changed   her   mind。 

'No!   not   yet!   you   will   tell   Miss   Lockwood   what   has   happened;   and   she 

may refuse to see me。 I will go there at once; and you shall go with me。 

As   far   as   the   house   not   inside   of   it。 Sit   down   again。   I   am   going   to 

ring for my maid。 Turn your back to the dooryour cowardly face is not fit 

to be seen!' 

     She rang the bell。        The maid appeared。 

     'My cloak and bonnetinstantly!' 

     The maid produced the cloak and bonnet from the bedroom。 

     'A cab at the doorbefore I can count ten!' 

     The   maid   vanished。        Lady   Montbarry   surveyed   herself   in   the   glass; 

and wheeled round again; with her cat…like suddenness; to Mrs。 Ferrari。 

     'I   look   more   than   half   dead   already;   don't   I?'   she   said   with   a   grim 

outburst of irony。        'Give me your arm。' 

     She took Mrs。 Ferrari's arm; and left the room。                  'You have nothing to 

fear;   so   long   as   you   obey;'   she   whispered;   on   the   way   downstairs。   'You 

leave me at Miss Lockwood's door; and never see me again。' 

     In the hall they were met by the landlady of the hotel。 Lady Montbarry 

graciously presented her companion。 'My good friend Mrs。 Ferrari; I am so 

glad to have seen her。' The landlady accompanied them to the door。                          The 

cab was waiting。 'Get in first; good Mrs。 Ferrari;' said her ladyship; 'and 



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tell the man where to go。' 

     They were driven away。          Lady Montbarry's variable humour changed 

again。 With a low groan of misery; she threw herself back in the cab。 Lost 

in her own dark thoughts; as careless of the woman whom she had bent to 

her iron will as if no such person sat by her side; she preserved a sinister 

silence; until they reached the house where Miss Lockwood lodged。                      In 

an instant; she roused herself to action。 She opened the door of the cab; 

and closed it again on Mrs。 Ferrari; before the driver could get off his box。 

     'Take that lady a mile farther on her way home!' she said; as she paid 

the man his fare。       The next moment she had knocked at the house…door。 

'Is   Miss   Lockwood       at  home?'     'Yes;   ma'am。'    She    stepped    over   the 

thresholdthe door closed on her。 

     'Which way; ma'am?' asked the driver of the cab。 

     Mrs。 Ferrari put her hand to her head; and tried to collect her thoughts。 

Could she leave her friend and benefactress helpless at Lady Montbarry's 

mercy?      She   was   still vainly  endeavouring   to   decide on   t

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