weakness, however, I was the natural prey of violent extremes. His hand flew out to me. He was about to speak. A moment more and I had doubtless forgiven him. But another sound came instead and made the pair of us start and stare. It was the soft shutting of some upstairs door.
“I thought we had the house to ourselves?” cried I, my miserable nerves on edge in an instant.
“So did I,” he answered, very pale. “My servants must have come back. By the Lord Harry, they shall hear of this!”
He sprang
vile music of the cats throughout my first long wakeful night there. The second night they actually woke me; doubtless they had been busy long enough, but it was all of a sudden that I heard them, and lay listening for more, wide awake in an instant. My window had been very softly opened, and the draught fanned my forehead as I held my breath.