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Josiah was caught by his affable suggestions. Why should they not go?

Only that morning he had received a letter from his agent at Bessington

Hall to say the place, unfortunately, would not be completely ready for

them. Why, then, should they not accept this pleasant invitation?

Theodora hesitated--but he cut her short.

"I am sure it is very good of you, Sir Patrick, and my wife and I will

be delighted to come," he said.

By this time the excitement of the royal entrance and quadrille had

somewhat subsided, and several people felt themselves drawn to be

presented to the beautiful young woman in white with the really fine

jewels, and before she knew where she was, Theodora found herself

waltzing with a wonderfully groomed, ugly young marquis.

She had meant not to dance--not to leave her husband's side; but fate

and Josiah had ordered otherwise.

"Not dance! What nonsense, my love! Go at once with his lordship," he

had said, when Sir Patrick had presented Lord Wensleydown. And wincing

at the sentence, Theodora had allowed herself to be whirled away.

Her partner was not more than nine-and-twenty; but he had all the blasé

airs of a man of forty. He began to say entreprenant things to

Theodora after three turns round the room.

She was far too unsophisticated to understand their ultimate meaning,

but they made her uncomfortable.

He gazed at her loveliness with that insulting look of sensual

admiration which some men think the highest compliment they can pay to a

woman. And just in the middle of all this, Hector Bracondale arrived

upon the scene. He had been searching for her everywhere; in that crowd

one could miss any one with ease. He stood and watched her before she

caught sight of him--watched her pure whiteness in the clutches of this

beast of prey. Saw his burning looks; noted his attitude; imagined his

whisperings--and murderous feelings leaped to his brain.

How dared Wensleydown! How dared any one! Ah, God! and he was powerless

to prevent it. She was the wife of Josiah Brown over there, smiling and

complacent to see his belonging dancing with a marquis!

"Hector, dearest, what is the matter?" exclaimed Lady Anningford, coming

up at that moment to her brother's side. She was with Colonel Lowerby,

and they had made a tour of the rooms on purpose to see Theodora. "You

appear ready to murder some one. What has happened?"

Hector looked straight at her. She was a very tall woman, almost his

height, and she saw pain and rage and passion were swimming in his eyes,

while his deep voice vibrated as he answered: "Yes, I want to murder some one--and possibly will before the evening is

over."