John's sandal-wood boxes
gave out strange odors in the heat, and the pattern of the Persian rug
was just visible. A servant came to the door with a card. I held it to
the grate, and the fire lit up his name.
"Show him up-stairs," I said.
I stood in the doorway, and heard his step on every stair. When he
came, I took him by the hand, and drew him into the room. He was
speechless.
"Oh, Redmond, I love you! How long you were away!"
He kneeled by me, and put my arms round his neck, and we kissed each
other with the first, best kiss of passion.
John came in, and I reached out my hand to him and said, "This is my
husband."
"That's comfortable," he answered. "Won't you stay to dinner?"
"Oh, yes," replied Redmond; "this is my hotel."
"I see," said John.
But after dinner they had a long talk together. John sent me to my
room, and I was glad to go. I walked up and down, crying, I must say,
most of the time, asking forgiveness of myself for my faults, and
remembering Laura and Maurice,--and then thinking Redmond was mine,
with a contraction of the heart which threatened to stifle me.
John took us up to Leonora's that evening; he said he wanted to see if
Puss would be tantalized with the sight of such a beautiful romantic
couple just from fairy-land, who were now prepared "to live in peace.
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