Her Faithful Knight — page 337: what you’re looking at

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Darcy Finds His Wife. ee confided her opinions, as the case proceeded, to the dark young man at her side, who appeared to take the keenest interest in the whole affair. As the cab door closed he pressed forward as though he would have addressed some words to Dorothy, but, seeing her evident condition of nervous collapse, he refrained, and contented himself with grasping Rosa’s hand and whispering: | “To-morrow you will hear from me.” “Oh, my dear, sweet Dolly!” cried Rosa, embracing Dorothy with much warmth as the cab drove off; “I am so glad you have got off. You looked simply sweet in that horrid old bird-ca.e, but I was, oh, so glad when they let you out! That nice, dark young man who shut the cab-door for us—didn’t you notice him?—must have a lot of feeling. He actually had tears in his eyes when dear old Cresswell told about your sister’s death, and how fond you were of eacn other. But one thing I am sorry you missed. I don’t mean the applause when the judge said you weren’t guilty, though he hardly pretended to stop that, but the things he said about that Darcy Der- rick’s conduct. He talked about his ‘callous cruelty,’ and ‘vindictiveness equaling his vice,’ and a few horrid little speeches like that; and that Darcy creature actually took out a pocket handkerchief and howled—or, at least, if he didn’t howl, he really mopped tears up like a boy who’s been whipped. ‘If only you were an assassin,’ I said to that nice young man next to me, ‘I should pay you to wait for him when the case is over and stick him in the back.’ He said he shouldn’t want paying. Oh, I do hope, dear, you won’t be vexed with me for talking like that of a man who happens to be your husband!” Comicoookks (C@