Her Faithful Knight — page 87: what you’re looking at

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Dorothy Visits Her Aunt. 83 man, very handsome, and educated as a gentleman. He tried his utmost to make Phyllis fall in love with him, and at last he succeeded. A hard look came about the corners of Mrs. Knight’s mouth. She had never been in love herself, and had little sympathy with victims of the tender passion. “What was the man’s name?” she asked coldly. “He called himself Sergius Trevelyan.” “Called himself! What do you mean?” “On the stage, aunt, people generally take other names. Trevelyan was not his real name.’ “What was his real name, then? I Me) not understand these theatre customs.” “TI—I don’t know.” “You don’t know the name of your sister’s husband !” Mrs. Knight’s round, black eyes opened wider than ever. “Don’t you understand, Aunt Dorothea?” cried Doro- thy in desperation. “Phyllis is half-delirious from ifl- ness, and can tell me nothing. She only came home to me last night very late, having walked all the way from Rich- . mond, although she was almost too weak to stand. To- day she hardly knows me, and cannot speak.above a whis- per.” “And where is her husband ?” “She does not know.” “Allons!”’ exclaimed Mrs. Knight impatiently. “It is too absurd—this husband who has no name and no home! Dorothy,” she went on sternly, “I hope that you do not deceive me. I hope that he exists, this wonderful hus- band.” “How could you suspect Phyllis of doing anything that is not good and pure?” exclaimed Dorothy, starting up from her seat and la rm to walk up and down the COMmicoooks (E@)