The Evil Genius: A Domestic Story — page 192: what you’re looking at

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THE EVIL. GENIUS. 181 * Tf T had not left him of my own free will.” she said. ‘* what else would excuse me for venturing to come here?” Catherine’s sense of justice felt the force of thatreply. Atthe same time her sense of injury set 1ts own construction on Syd- ney’s motive. ‘‘ Has his cruelty driven you away from him ?” she asked. ‘““If he had been cruel to me,” Sydney answered, ‘“‘ do you think I should have come here to complain of it to you? Dome the justice to believe that 1 am not capable of such self-degrada- tion as that. I have nothing to complain of.” ‘* And vet vou have left him ?” ** He has been all that is kind and considerate: he has done everything that a man in his unhappy position could do to set my mind at ease. And yet I have left him. Oh, I claim no merit for my repentance, bitterly as I feel it! I might not have had the courage to leave him—if he had loved me as he once loved you.” ‘‘“Miss Westerfield! You force me to tell you that you are the last person living who ought to allude to my married life.” ‘You may perhaps pardon the allusion, madam, when you have heard what I have still to say. I owe it to Mr. Herbert Linley. if not to you, to confess that his life with me has not been a life of happiness. He has tried, compassionately tried, to keep his secret sorrow from discovery, and he has failed. I had long suspected the truth; but I only saw it in his face when he found the book you left behind you at the hotel. Your image has, from first to last, been the one living image in his guilty heart. I am the miserable victim of a man’s passing fancy. You have been (you are still) the one object of a husband's love. Ask your own heart if the woman lives who could say what I have just said, unless it was true!” Catherine’s head sunk on her bosom; her helpless hands lay trembling on herilap. Overpowered by the confession which she had just heard—a confession which had followed closely on the thoughts inspired by the appearance of the child—her agitation was beyond control; her mind was unequal to the effort of decis- ion. The woman who had been wronged—who had the right to judge for herseif, and to speak for herself—was the silent woman of the two! It was not quite dark yet. Sydney could see as well as hear. For the first time since the beginning of the interview, she al- Jowed the impulse of the moment to lead her astray. In her eagerness to complete the act of atonement, she failed to appre- ciate the severity of the struggle that was passing in Catherine’s mind. She alluded again to Herbert Linley, and she spoke toc soon. ‘* Will you let him ask your pardon ?” she said. ‘* He expects no more.” Catherine’s spirit was roused in an instant. ‘‘ He expects too much!” she answered, sternly. Sydney saw her mistake, and tried too late to set it right. **It is my misfortune if I have taken a liberty,” she pleaded: CORNIELOOOKS (CO) im