263 MOLLY BAW^^.
startled to find Marcia there alone, gazing with silent intent
ness out of the window into the garden beneath.
As he approaches she turns to meet his gaze. She is aa
pale as death, and her dark eyes are fuU of fire. The fingers
of her hand twitch convulsively.
' You are looking for Eleanor ? ' she says intuitivel),
her voice low, but vibrating with some hidden emotion.
' See, you will find her there.'
She points down towards the garden through the
window where she has been standing, and moves away.
ImpeUed by the strangeness of her manner, Luttrell
follows her direction, and, going over to the window, gazes
out into the night.
It is a brilliant moonlight night; the very stars shine
with redoubled glory; the chaste Diana, riding high in the
heavens, casts over ' tower and stream' and spreading parks
' a flood of sUver sheen '—the whole earth seems bright as
Beneath, in the shrubberies, pacing to and fro, are Molly
and Philip Shadwell, evidently in earnest conversation.
Philip at least seems painfully intent and eager. They have
stopped, as though by one impulse, and now he has taken
her hand. She hardly rebukes him ; her hand lies passive
within his; and now—noio with a sudden movement he has
placed his arm around her waist.
' Honour or no honour,' says Luttrell fiercely, ' I will
see it out with her now.'
Drawing a deep breath, he folds his arms and leans
against the window, full of an agonised determination to
know the worst.
Molly has put up her hand and laid it on Philip's chest,
as though expostulating, but makes no vehement effort to
escape from his embrace. PhUip, his face lit up with
passionate admiration, is gazing down into the lovely one so
near him, that scarcely seems to shrink from his open homage.
The merciless, cruel moon betr.ays them all too surely.
Luttrell's pulses are throbbing wildly, while his heart
has almost ceased to beat. Half a minute—that is a long
hour—passes thus; a few more words from Philip, an answer
from Molly. 0 that he cordd hear ! And then Shadwell
stoops until from where Luttrell stands bis face seems to
grow to hers.