Beyond the Rocks

It was eighteen months after this before they met again--Hector and

Theodora; and now it was May, and the flowers bloomed and the birds

sang, and all the world was young and fair--only Morella Winmarleigh was

growing into a bitter old maid.

At twenty-eight people might have taken her for a matron of ten years

older.

She had wondered for weeks what was the result of her action with the

letters. She hoped daily to hear of some catastrophe and scandal falling

upon the head of Theodora. But she heard nothing. It was only after

Josiah's death that details were wafted to her through the Fitzgeralds.

How poor Mr. Brown had never really recovered from a slight stroke he

had had on leaving Beechleigh, and of Theodora's goodness and devotion

to him, and of his worship of her. And Morella had the maddening feeling

that if she had left well alone this death might never have occurred,

and her hated rival might not now be a free and beautiful widow, with

no impediment between herself and Hector when they should choose to

meet.

She had meant to be revenged and punish them, and it seemed she had only

cleared their path to happiness. There was really no justice in this

world!

Theodora had gone to meet her father and step-mother in Paris.

Her sisters were married and very happy, she hoped. Prosperity had

wonderfully embellished their attractions, and even Sarah had found a

mate.

And Lady Bracondale remained her placid, stately self. Her grief and

disappointment over Hector's departure from England had passed away by

now, as so had her treasured dream of receiving Morella Winmarleigh as a

daughter. But Anne whispered to her that she need not worry forever, and

some day soon her brother might choose a bride whom even she would love.

Hector had continued his wanderings over the world for many months after

Josiah's death. He felt, should he return to England, nothing could keep

him from Theodora.

And she, too, had travelled and explored fresh scenes, and was now a

supremely beautiful and experienced woman--courted and flattered, and

besieged by many adorers.

But she was still Theodora, with only one love in her heart and one

dream in her soul--to meet Hector again and spend the rest of her life

in the shelter of his arms.

She heard of him often through her step-mother; and sometimes she saw

Anne--and both Hector and she understood, and knew the time would come

when they could be happy.

Jane Anastasia Fitzgerald had romantic notions. This pretty pair, whom

she looked upon as of her own producing, must meet again under her

auspices in like circumstances as they had done on the happy and

never-to-be-forgotten day when she herself had promised her heart and

hand to Dominic Fitzgerald.