The maid quickly and skilfully arranged her mistress's hair in its

natural golden ringlets, that needed no ornament whatever. And when her

toilet was complete, Rosa Blondelle's fair beauty was even more

resplendent than usual, from its contrast with the rich blackness of her

dress.

"'A star upon the brow of night!'" quoted Sybil, as she entered the room

and stood for a moment in involuntary admiration. Then, with a smile,

she drew the arm of her guest within her own and led her off to the

supper-table, where they were joined by Mr. Berners.

It was a warm wainscotted little room, with crimson carpet and crimson

curtains, a good open fire of hickory wood, and a small, but luxuriously

spread supper-table.

Mr. Berners led their guest to her place at the board, and left his wife

to follow. These courtesies were no doubt due the visitor, yet they made

the wife's heart ache. She hated to miss the attentions her husband had

always hitherto bestowed on her alone; and she hated more to see them

lavished on another, and that other a beautiful, fascinating, and, as

she half suspected, most dangerous woman. It was in vain she said to

herself that these attentions were no more than any gentleman should

show to the invited visitor of his wife. She could not argue away her

heartache. She could not endure to see her husband touch the beauty's

hand. It drove her almost out of her self-possession to see their eyes

meet in that provoking mutual smile. Oh! how she repented ever having

invited this fatal beauty to her house! And yet she pitied the

friendless stranger too, and she struggled bravely against those

feelings of jealousy and hatred that were creeping into her heart. And,

in fact, from this time the whole inner life of Sybil Berners became one

hard struggle between her passions and her reason. And this struggle

soon manifested itself in a series of inconsistencies of conduct that

were perfectly incomprehensible to both Lyon Berners and Rosa Blondelle.

For instance, on this first night at home, while they sat at the

supper-table. Sybil was silent, abstracted, and depressed. Her

companions mentally ascribed her condition to fatigue; but Sybil then

scarcely knew what fatigue meant. After supper she aroused herself by an

effort, and offered to attend Mrs. Blondelle back again to that lady's

chamber; and when they got there, even lingered a little while, and very

kindly repeated her request that if Rosa should be frightened in the

night, she should run up the communicating stairs and rap at Sybil's

bedroom door for assistance. And then Sybil bade her visitor

good-night, and vanished up the stairs.

The travellers were all very tired, and so, notwithstanding Rosa's fears

and Sybil's jealousy, they were all soon fast asleep.




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