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Startled beyond bearing by the sounds of mortal suffering, Cornel unfastened the door, drew it toward her, and then stopped, utterly paralysed by the scene in the studio.

There, not a yard away from the door, lay the beautiful woman, her face drawn in agony and horror, with the blood welling from a wound in her throat: her bonnet was back on her shoulders, and her hair torn down, as if a hand had suddenly been savagely laid upon her brow, her head dragged back, and a blow struck at her from behind; while standing upon the other side, with his compressed lips drawn away from his set teeth, eyes nearly closed, and brow contracted, was the Conte, looking down at his work.

For a few moments Cornel could not stir. The studio, with its many casts, seemed to perform a ghastly dance round her, and she felt as if this were some horrible nightmare. Then the deathly sickness pa.s.sed off, and she cried wildly to the Conte, who did not even seem aware of her presence--

"O Heaven! What have you done?"

Her piteous appeal made him start back into consciousness, and with a hasty motion he hurled something across the studio, where it fell with a tinkling, metallic sound.

"I--I struck her," he gasped, in a harsh cracked voice. "I loved her-- ah! how I loved her; and she was false. Look: she had even robbed me, and fled with all her jewels--to him. See where they lie, scattered upon his floor. Ah, signora," he cried pa.s.sionately, and growing more and more Italian in his excitement, "I poured out wealth at her feet.

There was nothing I would not have done to gratify her. For I loved her--I loved her. Dio mio, how I loved!"

"Hush!" cried Cornel, recovering herself somewhat in the presence of suffering and danger, her medical education a.s.serting itself. "Go quickly and call help. Send for a surgeon."

"No, no!" he cried excitedly, as his face blanched with dread. "If I call, it means the police, and--oh! horror--they will say I have murdered her."

"Man!" cried Cornel, in disgust at his sudden display of selfishness, "have you no feeling?--Is this your love? Quick!--your handkerchief.

Mine too; take it from my pocket. G.o.d help me, and give me strength,"

she whispered, as her busy fingers staunched the wound by closing the cut. Then, as the Conte stood looking on, trembling like a leaf, she bade him fetch a large wide lotah from where it stood upon a bracket, pour water into it from the carafe, and place it upon the floor beside the Contessa's head.

And as she knelt there all hatred and horror of the beautiful woman pa.s.sed away. It was an erring sister and sufferer for sin, bleeding to death; and, knowing how precious minutes were at such a time, she tore up the handkerchiefs and portions of the Contessa's attire, as, with skilled hands, she checked the bleeding, and securely bandaged the wound.

She was so intent upon her work, that, after he had obeyed her orders, she was hardly conscious of the Conte's presence, while he, after watching her acts for some minutes, suddenly looked round, startled by some sound which penetrated to where they were. Then, trembling visibly, he began to examine the front of his clothes, pa.s.sing his hands over them, and examining his palms for traces of the deed, but finding none.

Then a fresh thought struck him, and after keenly watching Cornel to see if she noticed the action, he crept on tip-toe--a miserably bent, decrepit-looking figure--to where the tinkling sound had been heard, picked up a little ivory-handled stiletto, examined its blade in the faint light, with his back to the group by the inner room door, and, catching up a piece of Moorish scarf, wiped it quickly, and hid the weapon in his breast pocket.

Then creeping on tip-toe to the studio door, he listened, his face full of abject fear, and hearing nothing, he turned the key.

He glanced toward Cornel, whose back was toward him, as she busily went on with her task, hiding too his wife's face from him by her position.

Hesitating for a moment or two, he then drew a deep breath, and crossed softly to where the bag lay open with some of the glittering jewels still hanging to its edge: great strings of pearls, and a necklet of diamonds.

These he hurriedly thrust back, and then went quickly and silently about, picking up rings, bracelets, brooches, and tiaras of emerald, ruby, diamond, and sapphire, till, with a sigh of satisfaction, he closed the morocco bag, the fastening giving forth a loud snap.

"Is--is she dead?" he whispered; and his lips were so close to Cornel's ear that she started round, and let fall the wrist upon whose pulse her fingers were pressed.

"No," she whispered. "I have staunched the wound till you can get proper help, but I fear internal bleeding."

At that moment there was a piteous sigh followed by a low moan, and the beautiful dark eyes opened, to gaze vacantly for a few moments. Then intelligence came into them, as they rested upon Cornel, who was now bending over her.

"Ah," she said softly, as her hand felt for Cornel's, which was laid upon her brow; "you? Good for evil;" and she drew Cornel's hand to her lips and kissed it. "Forgive me," she whispered, "before I die. I loved him so."

A curiously harsh low cry escaped from the Conte, who literally writhed in his jealous agony, and Valentina turned her eyes upon him where he stood dimly seen, as if looking at her from out of a mist.

"You there!" she said bitterly, as Cornel once more grasped her wrist.

"Well, are you satisfied? You have killed my body, as you killed my love, when, as a young innocent girl, I was sold to you for your wealth and t.i.tle, and Heaven knows I would have tried to be your true loving wife."

"Oh, Valentina! my beautiful--my own!" he groaned; and he stooped to take her hand.

"Pah! don't touch me!" she cried hoa.r.s.ely; and she raised the hand she had s.n.a.t.c.hed away, and pointed to the bag he held. "Take them to your mistresses whose smiles you have always bought. Let me die in peace."

"No, no; live!" he cried.

"To save you from the punishment you merit?" she whispered scornfully.

"No, no! to be my dearest love and wife again. Let us go back to sunny Italy, away from all this miserable city."

"Too late!" she said sadly. "You should have said that years ago."

"For pity's sake don't speak," whispered Cornel.

"Why not, little doctor?" said Valentina softly. "Better so. Ah, I was not all bad, dear. I loved him before I knew of you. How could I help looking on you with jealous hate? Let me kiss you once--before I go.

Be loving to him and forgive him--it was all my fault--tell me you will forgive him--when I am gone."

"With all my heart," said Cornel softly; and she bent down to press her lips to those of the suffering woman, while the tears over-ran her br.i.m.m.i.n.g eyelids, and her heart swelled with pity for one so deeply punished for her sin.

But as if the Contessa recollected the scene of a short time before, she thrust the gentle face away before lips touched lips, and with a loud cry--

"No, no! I had forgotten. I remember now. How could you be so base?

No! don't touch me. I will see him once again. Armstrong!--my love--my own."

She dragged herself over, and began to crawl to the door, when the Conte's face became convulsed with pa.s.sion once more, his hand sought his breast, the bag fell to the ground, and with an oath he cried--

"Then he is in there!--in hiding."

Springing over the crawling figure, he dashed through to the inner room, and, as Valentina uttered a piteous moan, the Conte flung open the bedroom door.

"Dog!--Coward!" he yelled, and then stopped, petrified at the sight of the motionless figure upon the bed. Then the door swung to between them, and he thrust back the little blade, and came stealthily out, muttering softly to himself as he bent over his wife, insensible to all that pa.s.sed.

He was trembling violently now.

"I did not know," he muttered to Cornel. "I struck him when I found them together, but I did not know. I--I must go--away. Your laws are bad. An affair of honour. Will--will she die too?"

"I cannot say," replied Cornel coldly. "She must have better surgical help. I am only a nurse."

"Yes," he said hastily. "Better help. A great surgeon. She must not die. I will get a carriage and take her away."

"It would be dangerous to move her."

"More dangerous far to leave her here," he muttered. Then aloud, "It must be risked, madam. But listen. You are his friend?"

"Yes."

"This is a terrible misfortune, but a private matter--not for the police. You will not tell them how--by accident--I struck my wife?"

"No," said Cornel, after a pause; and a shudder ran through her.

"Hah! Then the law need not meddle with what was a private quarrel--a mistake. My wife, here, shall live, and you who are so good and beautiful and kind, you shall be silent, and--one moment."

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