Old flame and they say
she's come round. Had a letter from my sister."
Madeleine, who was lifting a goblet, let it fall with a crash. She
had turned white and was trembling, but she lifted another with an
immediate return of self-control, and said, "How awkward of me! But I
have had a headache for three days and the gas makes the room so warm."
And then she fainted.
Mr. McLane, who was more impulsive than tactful, took Travers by the
arm and pushed him through the crowd surging toward the table, and
out of the front door, almost flinging him down the front steps.
"Damn you for a liar and a scandalmonger and a malicious old woman!"
he shouted, oblivious of many staring coachmen. "Never enter my house
again."
But the undaunted Travers steadied himself and replied with a leer,
"Well, I made her give herself dead away, whether you like it or not.
And it'll be all over town in a week."
Mr. McLane turned his back, and ordering the astonished butler to
take out the man's hat and greatcoat, returned to a scene of
excitement. Madeleine had been placed full length on a sofa by an
open window, and was evidently reviving. He asked the men who had
overheard Travers' attack to follow him to his study.
"I want every one of you to promise me that you will not repeat what
that little brute said," he commanded.
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