A Conjurer's Confessions
At the last word the lady raised her head, overcame the timidity she felt, and said, in a firm and assured voice:
"Yes, sir--yes, I am betrayed, and for that reason I have come to you."
"Really, madam," I said, much surprised at this strange confession, "I do not see how I can help you in such a matter."
"Oh, sir, I entreat you," said my fair visitor, clasping her hands-- "I implore you not to abandon me!"
I had great difficulty in keeping my countenance, and yet I felt an extreme curiosity to know the history concealed behind this mystery.
"Calm yourself, madam," I remarked, in a tone of tender sympathy; "tell me what you would of me, and if it be in my power--"
"If it be in your power!" the young lady said, quickly; "why, nothing is more easy, sir."
"Explain yourself, madam."