I put it off till to-morrow. I have observed
the day as a day of mourning. I have worn sackcloth and ashes.
I have done such penance as I could for the grievous fault I have
committed. Carlotta is in bed and asleep. She went early, says
Antoinette, having a bad headache. No wonder, poor child.
A few moments ago I was tempted to peep into her room and satisfy
myself that she was not ailing. A headache is the common
precursor to many maladies. But I remembered my promise and
refrained. The cooing notes of the voice would have called me to
her side, and her arms would have been around my neck and I
should have forgotten Judith.
CHAPTER XVII
October 28th.
I rose late this morning. When I went down to breakfast I found
that Carlotta had already gone for her music lesson.
I drove at once to the Temple to see my lawyers and to make
arrangements for a marriage by special license.
I returned at one o'clock. Stenson met me in the hall.
"I beg your pardon, Sir Marcus, but Mademoiselle hasn't come back
yet.
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