110 A Mental Struggle.
Still, the cruellest blow that fortune could deal me would
be less hurtful than they are."
"It is cold," exclaims Imogen, in a faint shivering tone.
She moves her head uneasily, as though trying to nestle
more closely into her furs. A keen wind from the east
blows straight across their path.
" It is too late for you to be out at this time of year,"
says Felix gravely; " but five minutes more "will bring you
to the house."
This is the last word that passes between them until,
coming to the end of the long avenue of the Che-vies, they
see before them the glimmering lights in the ^vindows, and
the flickering shadows through the open hall-door that
speak of glo-wing fires and warmth -within.
Felix, stopping abruptly before they reach the stone
steps, lay his hand upon her arm.
" Tell me ! " he says a Httle hoarsely. " What that
woman said about—about your going to be married to
Lord Clanbrassil—it was a lie ? "
Miss Heriot, dra-wing back, releases her arm from his
"You beard me deny it," she replies in a low haughty
tone, and, brushing past him, enters the house.