The Ghost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 222 pages of information about The Ghost.

The Ghost eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 222 pages of information about The Ghost.

And so her presence by my side soothed away almost at once the excitation and the spiritual disturbance of the scene through which I had just passed with Emmeline; and I was disposed, if not to laugh at the whole thing, at any rate to regard it calmly, dispassionately, as one of the various inexplicable matters with which one meets in a world absurdly called prosaic.  I was sure that no trick had been played upon me.  I was sure that I had actually seen in the crystal what I had described to Emmeline, and that she, too, had seen it.  But then, I argued, such an experience might be the result of hypnotic suggestion, or of thought transference, or of some other imperfectly understood agency....  Rosetta Rosa an instrument of misfortune!  No!

When I looked at her I comprehended how men have stopped at nothing for the sake of love, and how a woman, if only she be beautiful enough, may wield a power compared to which the sway of a Tsar, even a Tsar unhampered by Dumas, is impotence itself.  Even at that early stage I had begun to be a captive to her.  But I did not believe that her rule was malign.

“Mr. Foster,” she said, “I have asked you to see me to my carriage, but really I want you to do more than that.  I want you to go with me to poor Alresca’s.  He is progressing satisfactorily, so far as I can judge, but the dear fellow is thoroughly depressed.  I saw him this afternoon, and he wished, if I met you here to-night, that I should bring you to him.  He has a proposition to make to you, and I hope you will accept it.”

“I shall accept it, then,” I said.

She pulled out a tiny gold watch, glistening with diamonds.

“It is half-past one,” she said.  “We might be there in ten minutes.  You don’t mind it being late, I suppose.  We singers, you know, have our own hours.”

In the foyer we had to wait while the carriage was called.  I stood silent, and perhaps abstracted, at her elbow, absorbed in the pride and happiness of being so close to her, and looking forward with a tremulous pleasure to the drive through London at her side.  She was dressed in gray, with a large ermine-lined cloak, and she wore no ornaments except a thin jewelled dagger in her lovely hair.

All at once I saw that she flushed, and, following the direction of her eyes, I beheld Sir Cyril Smart, with a startled gaze fixed immovably on her face.  Except the footmen and the attendants attached to the hotel, there were not half a dozen people in the entrance-hall at this moment.  Sir Cyril was nearly as white as the marble floor.  He made a step forward, and then stood still.  She, too, moved towards him, as it seemed, involuntarily.

“Good evening, Miss Rosa,” he said at length, with a stiff inclination.  She responded, and once more they stared at each other.  I wondered whether they had quarrelled again, or whether both were by some mischance simultaneously indisposed.  Surely they must have already met during the evening at the Opera!

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