Lord and Lady Ivon knew from Azalia's own confession that Jewel Fielding was the cruel half-sister whose machinations had driven her from home, but they did not intend that Jewel should find out her despised half-sister in this proud, lovely young great-granddaughter. So they united in bestowing upon her glances of freezing hauteur, which did not in the least deter her from her purpose. "I am going to tell you why I fainted," said Jewel. "It was because Miss Brooke was the living image of a sister I had lost, and it startled me so that I lost my senses." No one answered, no one moved, and Jewel continued, smoothly: "It is so remarkable a likeness that it shocks me even yet whenever I see Miss Brooke, and more than ever to-night, for she looks pale and sad, and that was how poor Flower looked for many days before she ran away and was lost in the wide world, or drowned in the great sea, perhaps, for I have never been able to learn whether she's alive or dead." Azalia made a slight movement as if to rise to her feet, then sunk back, too weak to obey the longing that urged her to fly from the disgraceful revelation trembling on the lips of her fiendish half-sister. She leaned her golden head back against the velvet chair and watched Jewel with pleading, piteous eyes. The pitiless voice went on, cruelly: "I am sure that Miss Brooke there would not be disobedient or deceitful to her guardians; but, alas, my sister Flower was very different in spite of her angelic expression. She had a lover of whom mamma disapproved so She paused, and every one in the room drew a long breath, then waited for her further speech. She gave a little laugh that jarred painfully on every heart. "Is it any wonder that I fainted on beholding Miss Brooke?" she continued, thrillingly. "I had hoped, even prayed, that my erring sister was dead, and yet she seemed, all in a minute, to start up before me, living and smiling as in the happy days ere she went astray. Of course, I knew that it was nothing but a resemblance, yet it startled, unnerved me—" The dark eyes were looking with strange intentness into the white face over yonder. They saw Azalia's white lips part, then close without a sound. Then— "Miss Fielding, you have told your story with such realism that the horror of it seems to weigh me down," said Lady Ivon. "I am sure we all sympathize with you in your trouble over your erring sister. No wonder the sight of Azalia moves you so much. I could wish she did not bear any resemblance to your unfortunate relative." Jewel sneered contemptuously into her face. "You are proud. You would not fancy such a disgrace in the family," she said. "No," said the old lady, spiritedly, "I should not like Jewel laughed insolently, and answered: "Yes, I knew all your pride, and that made me all the more determined to expose my deceitful sister." |