"This way, Emily," said he to the weeping girl, who clung tremblingly to
him; "you are safe now."
Emily was conducted by the gallant arm which had protected her from we
know not what indignity. She felt secure in his presence from further
molestation, and his soothing words and hopeful promises did much to
restore her.
Maxwell soon recovered from the effects of the blow he had received,
and, boiling with passion, swore vengeance upon the man who had
interrupted him. But his passion was of short duration, and was
succeeded by sober reflections upon the "position of his case." Emily
Dumont was not of that class of women with whom he was accustomed to
deal. He had found in her an element with which he had not before been
conversant,--of which, indeed, he had read in books of poetry, but did
not believe it existed in the material world.
CHAPTER XI.
"Caught, caught
In thine own trap! Thou hast confessed it all,--
The means, the end, the motive,--laid all Bare!
O, thou poor knave!--and that convenient friend
Who swears or unswears, speaks or holds his peace,
At thy command,--you have conspired together!"
LOVELL.
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