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The Inner Shrine   By: (1859-1928)

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THE

INNER

SHRINE

A NOVEL OF TODAY

ILLUSTRATED

HARPER & BROTHERS NEW YORK AND LONDON M.C.M.I.X

Copyright, 1908, 1909, by HARPER & BROTHERS.

All rights reserved.

Published May, 1909.

[Transcriber's note: The name of the author, Basil King, does not appear in the text.]

ILLUSTRATIONS

SHE STOOD WATCHING THE RISE AND DIP OF THE STEAMER'S BOW (See page 61) Frontispiece

THE BANKER TOOK A LONGER TIME THAN WAS NECESSARY TO SCAN THE POOR LITTLE LIST Facing p . 46

PRESENTLY ALL FOUR WERE ON THEIR WAY BACK TO THE DRAWING ROOM " 78

DIANE PROPPED THE CABLEGRAM IN A CONSPICUOUS PLACE " 152

"I'VE NO ONE TO SPEAK A WORD FOR ME BUT YOU" " 202

IT WAS WHAT MRS. WAPPINGER CALLED AN "OFF DAY" " 252

MRS. BAYFORD WAS PURRING TO HER GUESTS " 260

HAVING MADE A COPY OF THIS LETTER, SHE CALLED SIMMONS AND FULTON AND GAVE THEM THEIR INSTRUCTIONS " 264

"SINCE THE INNER SHRINE IS UNLOCKED AT LAST I'LL GO IN" " 354

THE INNER SHRINE

THE INNER SHRINE

I

Though she had counted the strokes of every hour since midnight, Mrs. Eveleth had no thought of going to bed. When she was not sitting bolt upright, indifferent to comfort, in one of the stiff backed, gilded chairs, she was limping, with the aid of her cane, up and down the long suite of salons, listening for the sound of wheels. She knew that George and Diane would be surprised to find her waiting up for them, and that they might even be annoyed; but in her state of dread it was impossible to yield to small considerations.

She could hardly tell how this presentiment of disaster had taken hold upon her, for the beginning of it must have come as imperceptibly as the first flicker of dusk across the radiance of an afternoon. Looking back, she could almost make herself believe that she had seen its shadow over her early satisfaction in her son's marriage to Diane. Certainly she had felt it there before their honeymoon was over. The four years that had passed since then had been spent or, at least, she would have said so now in waiting for the peril to present itself.

And yet, had she been called on to explain why she saw it stalking through the darkness of this particular June night, she would have found it difficult to give coherent statement to her fear. Everything about her was pursuing its normally restless round, with scarcely a hint of the exceptional. If life in Paris was working up again to that feverish climax in which the season dies, it was only what she had witnessed every year since the last days of the Second Empire. If Diane's gayety was that of excitement rather than of youth, if George's depression was that of jaded effort rather than of satiated pleasure, it was no more than she had seen in them at other times. She acknowledged that she had few facts to go upon that she had indeed little more than the terrified prescience which warns the animal of a storm.

There were moments of her vigil when she tried to reassure herself with the very tenuity of her reasons for alarm. It was a comfort to think how little there was that she could state with the definiteness of knowledge. In all that met the eye George's relation to Diane was not less happy than in the first days of their life together. If, on Diane's part, the spontaneity of wedded love had gradually become the adroitness of domestic tact, there was nothing to affirm it but Mrs. Eveleth's own power of divination. If George submitted with a blinder obedience than ever to each new extravagance of Diane's Parisian caprice, there was nothing to show that he lived beyond his means but Mrs. Eveleth's maternal apprehension... Continue reading book >>




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