Xenie remained alone in her chamber until darkness gathered like a pall
over every luxurious object about her. Her maid came and tapped at the
door once, but she sent her away, saying that her head ached and she did
not wish to be disturbed.
It was quite true, for her heavy fall upon the floor had hurt her
severely; so she remained quietly lying on a sofa until black darkness
hid everything from her confused sight.
Then there came a light tap upon the door again. She thought it was the
maid to light the gas.
"You may go away, Finette, I do not need you yet," she said, feeling
that the darkness suited her mood the best.
"It is I, Xenie. Open the door. I wish to speak to you," said her
husband's voice.
She went to the door, unlocked and threw it wide open. The light from
the hall streamed in upon her pale and haggard face, her dress in
disorder, her dark hair loose and dishevelled.
"It is dark in there, I cannot see you, my darling," he said; "come
across into my smoking-room in the light. I want to tell you something."
He took her hand and drew her across the hall into a luxurious apartment
he called his smoking-room.
It was elegantly furnished with cushioned easy-chairs and lounges, while
the floor was covered with a soft, Persian carpet and beautiful rugs.
The marble mantel was decorated with costly meerschaums, and chibouques
of various patterns and materials, and a richly gilded box stood in the
center, containing cigars and perfumed smoking tobacco.
On a marble-topped table in the center of the room stood two bottles of
wine, and two richly-chased drinking glasses.
"Well?" she inquired, half-fearfully, as he drew her in and carefully
closed the door.
"I have made my will, dear," he said, looking at her with a curious
smile.
"And you have cut Howard Templeton off without a shilling?" she said,
anxiously.
"Yes, darling, I have made you the sole heir to all my wealth," answered
the old man, drawing his arm around her shrinking form. "But perhaps you
will wish the old man dead, now, that you may enjoy his money without
any incumbrance."
"Oh! no," she exclaimed quickly, for something in his words touched her
heart, and made her forget for a moment that cruel blow from his hand.
"Oh! no, I shall never wish you dead, and I thank you a thousand times
for your generosity."
"Then you forgive me for my--for that--to-day?" he inquired in a
flighty, half-frightened way, fixing his dim eyes on her beautiful face
with an anxious expression.
"Yes, I forgive you freely," she said, touched again, as she scarcely
thought she could be, by his looks and tones, and yet longing to get
away, for she was half-frightened by a certain inexplicable wildness
about him. "And now I must go and dress for dinner."
"Wait, I have not done with you yet," he said, catching her tightly
around the wrist, his restlessness increasing. "I saw my nephew on the
street, and brought him home with me to dinner. Do you care, Xenie?"
"No, I do not care," she answered, steadily, yet her heart gave a great
passionate throb of bitter anger.
Still holding her tightly by the hand he pulled open the door and sent
his voice ringing loudly down the hall.
"Howard, Howard, come here!"
Xenie heard the distant door of the library unclose, then shut again,
and a man's footsteps ringing along the marble hall.
She tried to wrench her hand away and flee, but it was useless. He held
her as in a vise.
"Let me go," she panted, "my hair is down, my dress is disarranged, my
face is disfigured, I do not wish to meet him."
But he held her tightly, gnashing his teeth in sudden rage at her
efforts to escape.
At that moment Howard Templeton entered the room.
He started back as his gaze encountered Mrs. St. John's, then with a
cold bow stood still, turning an inquiring glance upon his uncle's
excited face.
"I want you to take a glass of wine with me, Howard," said his uncle in
a cordial tone. "Xenie, my love, you will pour the wine for us."
He led her forward, to the little marble-topped table where stood the
wine and glasses.
She saw that the corks were both drawn from the bottles, and taking up
one she poured some of its contents into the richly-chased glass beside
it.
"Now pour from the second bottle into the second glass," commanded her
husband.
Xenie silently obeyed him, without a thought as to the strangeness of
the request, for her heart was beating almost to suffocation with the
bitter consciousness of her enemy's presence.
Mr. St. John watched her every motion with a strange, repressed
excitement.
His eyes glittered, his lips worked as if he were talking to himself. He
nodded to his nephew as she stepped back.
"Let us drink long life and happiness to Mrs. St. John," he said.
Howard Templeton took one glass, and his uncle took the remaining one.
Both bowed to the shrinking woman who stood watching them, drained their
glasses, and set them back with a simultaneous clink upon the marble
table.
Then a wild, maniacal laugh filled the room--so shrill, so exultant, so
blood-curdling, it froze the blood in the veins of the man and woman who
stood there listening.
"Ha, ha," cried Mr. St. John, "you thought I did not know your secret,
you two! But I did. I heard your talk on my wedding-night. I knew then
that I had taken the woman you loved. Howard, I knew that she had sought
me, and won me, and married me, to revenge her wrongs at your hands. I
said to myself her beautiful body is mine--I have bought it with my
gold--but her heart is Howard Templeton's!"
"No, no," cried Xenie, stamping her foot passionately; "I hate him! I
hate him!"
"Hush!" thundered the old man, turning on her with the wild glare of
madness in his eyes, "hush, woman! I have thought it over for months--at
last I have reached a conclusion. The world is not wide enough for us
two men to live in. So I said to myself--one of us must die!"
"Must die!" repeated Howard Templeton, with a sudden strong shudder.
"Yes, _die_!" cried the maniac, with another horrible laugh. "So I put
deadly poison into one of the bottles that chance might decide our
fates. Xenie poured out death for one of us just now. In ten minutes
either you or I will be dead, Howard Templeton!"