I shall not soon forget your
mystification, and how you chafed under my imperative commands.
Camilla and I departed to Paris, my brain full of my scheme, and full of
happiness, too. We went to a private hotel to which Darcy had
recommended us, suitable for honeymoons. The following morning I was,
perhaps, inclined to smile a little at our terror of Ravengar; but,
peeping out of the window early, I saw Ravengar himself standing on the
pavement in the Rue St. Augustin.
I told Camilla I was going out, and that she must not leave that room,
nor admit anyone into it, until I returned. I felt that Ravengar, what
with disappointed love, and jealousy, and fear of the consequences of a
past crime, had developed into a sort of monomaniac in respect to
Camilla. I felt he was capable of anything. I should not have been
surprised if he had hired a room opposite to us on the other side of
that narrow street, and directed a fusillade upon Camilla.
When I reached the street he had disappeared--melted away.
It was quite early. However, I walked up the Rue de Grammont, and so to
Darcy's, and I routed him out of bed. I gave him the entire history of
the case. I convinced him of its desperateness, and I unfolded to him my
scheme. At first he fought shy of it.
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