[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER I 12/17
And now I am here, what may the message be ?" There was neither smile nor resentment visible on his pale face, although he slightly uplifted one slender hand as if in silent rebuke of my rude words. "Nay, nay, my son," he said gravely.
"Be not over-hasty in speech.
It is indeed a serious matter which doth require thy presence in this house, and the question of life or death for a human being can never be fit subject for jesting.
She who despatched the messenger will be here directly to make clear her need." "In truth it was a woman, then ?" "Yes, a woman, and--ah! she cometh now." Even as he gave utterance to the words, I turned, attracted by the soft rustle of a silken skirt at my very side, stole one quick, startled glance into a young, sweet face, lightened by dark, dreamy eyes, and within the instant was warmly clasping two outstretched hands, totally oblivious of all else save her. "Eloise!" I exclaimed in astonishment.
"Eloise--Mademoiselle Lafreniere--can this indeed be you? Have you sent for me ?" It seemed for that one moment as if the world held but the two of us, and there was a glad confidence in her brimming eyes quickly dissipating all mists of the past.
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