At the
entrance to the empty drawing-room she heard Turlington's voice, low and
threatening, in the boudoir. Jealousy has a Second Sight of its own.
He had looked in the right place at starting--and, oh heavens! he had
caught them.
Her ladyship's courage was beyond dispute; but she turned pale as she
approached the entrance to the boudoir.
There stood Natalie--at once angry and afraid--between the man to
whom she was ostensibly engaged, and the man to whom she was actually
married. Turlington's rugged face expressed a martyrdom of suppressed
fury. Launce--in the act of offering Natalie her fan--smiled, with the
cool superiority of a man who knew that he had won his advantage, and
who triumphed in knowing it.
"I forbid you to take your fan from that man's hands," said Turlington,
speaking to Natalie, and pointing to Launce.
"Isn't it rather too soon to begin 'forbidding'?" asked Lady Winwood,
good-humoredly.
"Exactly what I say!" exclaimed Launce. "It seems necessary to remind
Mr. Turlington that he is not married to Natalie yet!"
Those last words were spoken in a tone which made both the women tremble
inwardly for results.
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