Only two hours between the height of happiness and the depth of
misery."
The Sister said nothing, but she hid her face in her hands, and
thought.
The next morning, by her order, Polly came into the room, and said,
"You are to go home. The carriage is at the door." With this she
retired, and Sir Charles's valet entered the room soon after to help
him dress.
"Where am I, James?"
"Miss Somerset's house, Sir Charles."
"Then get me out of it directly."
"Yes, Sir Charles. The carriage is at the door."
"Who told you to come, James?"
"Miss Somerset, Sir Charles."
"That is odd."
"Yes, Sir Charles."
When he got home he found a sofa placed by a fire, with wraps and
pillows; his cigar case laid out, and a bottle of salts, and also a
small glass of old cognac, in case of faintness.
"Which of you had the gumption to do all this?"
"Miss Somerset, Sir Charles."
"What, has she been _here?"_
"Yes, Sir Charles."
"Curse her!"
"Yes, Sir Charles."
CHAPTER VII.
"LOVE LIES BLEEDING."
BELLA BRUCE was drinking the bitterest cup a young virgin soul can
taste. Illusion gone--the wicked world revealed as it is, how unlike
what she thought it was--love crushed in her, and not crushed out of
her, as it might if she had been either proud or vain.
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