His arm was as strong as steel as he drew her closer and closer to him.
To Vilma it was as if the angels of Heaven were singing throughout the world.
The room was illuminated with a light that could only have come from God.
Then they heard the door open behind them.
Vilma quickly moved away from the Marquis, wondering who had interrupted them.
When she then looked round, she saw that a man had come into the room whom she had never seen before.
He was middle-aged, good-looking and had an unmistakable air of consequence about him.
He was walking towards her when he saw the Marquis and gave an exclamation.
“Good Heavens, Lynworth!” he said. “I did not expect to find you here. I heard when I arrived an hour ago that you had been wounded in a duel.”
“How could you have heard that?” the
