Bygrave--two had been tried, and two
had failed. The third remained to be tested yet; and the third might
succeed.
So, the captain's enemy plotted against him in the privacy of her own
chamber, while the captain watched the light in her window from the
beach outside.
Before breakfast the next morning, Captain Wragge posted the forged
letter to Zurich with his own hand. He went back to North Shingles
with his mind not quite decided on the course to take with Mrs. Lecount
during the all-important interval of the next ten days.
Greatly to his surprise, his doubts on this point were abruptly decided
by Magdalen herself.
He found her waiting for him in the room where the breakfast was laid.
She was walking restlessly to and fro, with her head drooping on her
bosom and her hair hanging disordered over her shoulders. The moment she
looked up on his entrance, the captain felt the fear which Mrs. Wragge
had felt before him--the fear that her mind would be struck prostrate
again, as it had been struck once already, when Frank's letter reached
her in Vauxhall Walk.
"Is he coming again to-day?" she asked, pushing away from her the chair
which Captain Wragge offered, with such violence that she threw it on
the floor.
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