Sir Norman looking considerably
pleased and decidedly puzzled, and Mr. Ormiston looking savagely
and uncompromisingly jealous. The animated skeleton who had
admitted them closed the door after them; and the two friends
stood in the twilight on London Bridge.
CHAPTER II.
THE DEAD BRIDE
"Well," said Ormiston, drawing a long bath, "what do you think of
that?"
"Think? Don't ask me yet." said Sir Norman, looking rather
bewildered. "I'm in such a state of mystification that I don't
rightly know whether I'm standing on my head or feet. For one
thing, I have come to the conclusion that your masked ladylove
must be enchantingly beautiful."
"Have I not told you that a thousand times, O thou of little
faith? But why have you come to such a conclusion?"
"Because no woman with such a figure, such a voice and such hands
could be otherwise."
"I knew you would own it some day. Do you wonder now that I love
her?"
"Oh! as to loving her," said Sir Norman, coolly, "that's quite
another thing. I could no more love her or her hands, voice, and
shape, than I could a figure in wood or wax; but I admire her
vastly, and think her extremely clever.
Pages:
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42