The first violin : a novelIn three volumes . voice tosay. She is not ^ left/ as you say, my has her husband. She has m^, said he. Some few further words passed. I do notchronicle them. Sir Peter was as firm as arock—that I was helpless before him is amatter of course. I saw my sister handedinto her carriage ; I saw Sir Peter follow her—the carriage drive away. I was left alone,half mad with terror at the idea of her state,to go home to my lodgings. Sir Peter had heard the words of VonFrancius to me : ^ do not forsake her now,and had given himself the satisfaction ofsetting them aside
The first violin : a novelIn three volumes . voice tosay. She is not ^ left/ as you say, my has her husband. She has m^, said he. Some few further words passed. I do notchronicle them. Sir Peter was as firm as arock—that I was helpless before him is amatter of course. I saw my sister handedinto her carriage ; I saw Sir Peter follow her—the carriage drive away. I was left alone,half mad with terror at the idea of her state,to go home to my lodgings. Sir Peter had heard the words of VonFrancius to me : ^ do not forsake her now,and had given himself the satisfaction ofsetting them aside as if they had been somuch waste paper. Von Francius was, as Iwell knew, trying to derive comfort in thisvery moment from the fact that I at leastwas with her; I who loved them both, andwould have laid down my life for ! let him have the comfort! In the 76 THE FIRST VIOLIN. midst of my sorrow I rejoiced that he didnot know the worst, and would not be likelyto imagine for himself a terror grimmer thanany feehng I had yet CHAPTER VIII. Some say, A Queen discrowned, and some call it^Womans shame. Others name it A false step, orsocial suicide, just as it happens to strike their minds,or such understanding as they may be blessed with. Inthese days one rarely hears seriously mentioned such un-ruly words as Love, or wretchedness, or despair,which may nevertheless be important factors in bringingabout that result which stands out to the light of dayfor public inspection. ^^I^S HE three days which I passed aloneand in suspense were very terribleones to me. I felt myself physi-cally as well as mentally ill, and it was invain that I tried to learn anything of orfrom Adelaide, and I waited in a kind ofbreathless eagerness for the end of it all, THE FIRST VIOLIN. for I knew as well as if some one hadshouted it aloud from the house-tops, thatthat farewell in the Malhasten garden wasnot the end. Early one morning, when the birds weresinging, and the sunshine streaming in
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