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Yes！　　He's　a　gentleman！〃

Lifting　his　hand　to　the　salute；　he　said：　〃Well；　I　must　be　getting
back。　　See　you　at　dinner　perhaps？〃　　And　turning　on　his　heel　he
marched　away。

The　remembrance　of　that　face　in　the　'putty　stuff'　up　there　by　the
side　of　the　road　accompanied　him　home。　　It　was　badit　was　serious！
And　the　sense　that　he　counted　for　nothing　in　all　of　it　grew　and
grew　in　him。　　He　told　no　one　of　where　he　had　been。　。　。　。

When　the　Colonel　turned　with　ceremony　and　left　him；　Lennan　sat　down
again　on　the　flat　stone；　took　up　his　'putty　stuff；'　and　presently
effaced　that　image。　　He　sat　still　a　long　time；　to　all　appearance
watching　the　little　blue　butterflies　playing　round　the　red　and
tawny　roses。　　Then　his　fingers　began　to　work；　feverishly　shaping　a
head；　not　of　a　man；　not　of　a　beast；　but　a　sort　of　horned；　heavy
mingling　of　the　two。　　There　was　something　frenetic　in　the　movement
of　those　rather　short；　blunt…ended　fingers；　as　though　they　were
strangling　the　thing　they　were　creating。


VIII


In　those　days；　such　as　had　served　their　country　travelled；　as
befitted　Spartans；　in　ordinary　first…class　carriages；　and　woke　in
the　morning　at　La　Roche　or　some　strange…sounding　place；　for　paler
coffee　and　the　pale　brioche。　　So　it　was　with　Colonel　and　Mrs。
Ercott　and　their　niece；　accompanied　by　books　they　did　not　read；
viands　they　did　not　eat；　and　one　somnolent　Irishman　returning　from
the　East。　　In　the　disposition　of　legs　there　was　the　usual
difficulty；　no　one　quite　liking　to　put　them　up；　and　all　ultimately
doing　so；　save　Olive。　　More　than　once　during　that　night　the
Colonel；　lying　on　the　seat　opposite；　awoke　and　saw　her　sitting；
withdrawn　into　her　corner；　with　eyes　still　open。　　Staring　at　that
little　head　which　he　admired　so　much；　upright　and　unmoving；　in　its
dark　straw　toque　against　the　cushion；　he　would　become　suddenly
alert。　　Kicking　the　Irishman　slightly　in　the　effort；　he　would　slip
his　legs　down；　bend　across　to　her　in　the　darkness；　and；　conscious
of　a　faint　fragrance　as　of　violets；　whisper　huskily：　〃Anything　I
can　do　for　you；　my　dear？〃　　When　she　had　smiled　and　shaken　her　head；
he　would　retreat；　and　after　holding　his　breath　to　see　if　Dolly　were
asleep；　would　restore　his　feet；　slightly　kicking　the　Irishman。
After　one　such　expedition；　for　full　ten　minutes　he　remained　awake；
wondering　at　her　tireless　immobility。　　For　indeed　she　was　spending
this　night　entranced；　with　the　feeling　that　Lennan　was　beside　her；
holding　her　hand　in　his。　　She　seemed　actually　to　feel　the　touch　of
his　finger　against　the　tiny　patch　of　her　bare　palm　where　the　glove
opened。　　It　was　wonderful；　this　uncanny　communion　in　the　dark
rushing　nightshe　would　not　have　slept　for　worlds！　　Never　before
had　she　felt　so　close　to　him；　not　even　when　he　had　kissed　her　that
once　under　the　olives；　nor　even　when　at　the　concert　yesterday　his
arm　pressed　hers；　and　his　voice　whispered　words　she　heard　so
thirstily。　　And　that　golden　fortnight　passed　and　passed　through　her
on　an　endless　band　of　reminiscence。　　Its　memories　were　like
flowers；　such　scent　and　warmth　and　colour　in　them；　and　of　all；　none
perhaps　quite　so　poignant　as　the　memory　of　the　moment；　at　the　door
of　their　carriage；　when　he　said；　so　low　that　she　just　heard：　〃Good…
bye；　my　darling！〃

He　had　never　before　called　her　that。　　Not　even　his　touch　on　her
cheek　under　the　olives　equalled　the　simple　treasure　of　that　word。
And　above　the　roar　and　clatter　of　the　train；　and　the　snoring　of　the
Irishman；　it　kept　sounding　in　her　ears；　hour　after　dark　hour。　　It
was　perhaps　not　wonderful；　that　through　all　that　night　she　never
once　looked　the　future　in　the　facemade　no　plans；　took　no　stock　of
her　position；　just　yielded　to　memory；　and　to　the　half…dreamed
sensation　of　his　presence　close　beside　her。　　Whatever　might　come
afterwards；　she　was　his　this　night。　　Such　was　the　trance　that　gave
to　her　the　strange；　soft；　tireless　immobility　which　so　moved　her
Uncle　whenever　he　woke　up。

In　Paris　they　drove　from　station　to　station　in　a　vehicle　unfit　for
three'to　stretch　their　legs'as　the　Colonel　said。　　Since　he　saw
in　his　niece　no　signs　of　flagging；　no　regret；　his　spirits　were
rising；　and　he　confided　to　Mrs。　Ercott　in　the　buffet　at　the　Gare　du
Nord；　when　Olive　had　gone　to　wash；　that　he　did　not　think　there　was
much　in　it；　after　all；　looking　at　the　way　she'd　travelled。

But　Mrs。　Ercott　answered：

〃Haven't　you　ever　noticed　that　Olive　never　shows　what　she　does　not
want　to？　　She　has　not　got　those　eyes　for　nothing。〃

〃What　eyes？〃

〃Eyes　that　see　everything；　and　seem　to　see　nothing。〃

Conscious　that　something　was　hurting　her；　the　Colonel　tried　to　take
her　hand。

But　Mrs。　Ercott　rose　quickly；　and　went　where　he　could　not　follow。

Thus　suddenly　deserted；　the　Colonel　brooded；　drumming　on　the　little
table。　　What　now！　　Dolly　was　unjust！　　Poor　Dolly！　　He　was　as　fond
of　her　as　ever！　　Of　course！　　How　could　he　help　Olive's　being　young
and　pretty；　how　could　he　help　looking　after　her；　and　wanting　to
save　her　from　this　mess！　　Thus　he　sat　wondering；　dismayed　by　the
unreasonableness　of　women。　　It　did　not　enter　his　head　that　Mrs。
Ercott　had　been　almost　as　sleepless　as　his　niece；　watching　through
closed　eyes　every　one　of　those　little　expeditions　of　his；　and
saying　to　herself：　〃Ah！　　He　doesn't　care　how　I　travel！〃

She　returned　serene　enough；　concealing　her　'grief；'　and　soon　they
were　once　more　whirling　towards　England。

But　the　future　had　begun　to　lay　its　hand　on　Olive；　the　spell　of　the
past　was　already　losing　power；　the　sense　that　it　had　all　been　a
dream　grew　stronger　every　minute。　　In　a　few　hours　she　would　re…
enter　the　little　house　close　under　the　shadow　of　that　old　Wren
church；　which　reminded　her　somehow　of　childhood；　and　her　austere
father　with　his　chiselled　face。　　The　meeting　with　her　husband！　　How
go　through　that！　　And　to…night！　　But　she　did　not　care　to
contemplate　to…night。　　And　all　those　to…morrows　wherein　there　was
nothing　she　had　to　do　of　which　it　was　reasonable　to　complain；　yet
nothing　she　could　do　without　feeling　that　all　the　friendliness　and
zest　and　colour　was　out　of　life；　and　she　a　prisoner。　　Into　those
to…morrows　she　felt　she　would　slip　back；　out　of　her　dream；　lost；
with　hardly　perhaps　an　effort。　　To　get　away　to　the　house　on　the
river；　where　her　husband　came　only　at　weekends；　had　hitherto　been　a
refuge；　only　she　would　not　see　Mark　thereunless！　　Then；　with
the　thought　that　she　would；　must　still　see　him　sometimes；　all　again
grew　faintly　glamorous。　　If　only　she　did　see　him；　what　would　the
rest　matter？　　Never　again　as　it　had　before！

The　Colonel　was　reaching　down　her　handbag；　his　cheery：　〃Looks　as　if
it　would　be　rough！〃　aroused　her。　　Glad　to　be　alone；　and　tired
enough　now；　she　sought　the　ladies'　cabin；　and　slept　through　the
crossing；　till　the　voice　of　the　old　stewardess　awakened　her：
〃You've　had　a　nice　sleep。　　We're　alongside；　miss。〃　　Ah！　if　she　were
but　THAT　now！　　She　had　been　dreaming　that　she　was　sitting　in　a
flowery　field；　and　Lennan　had　drawn　her　up　by　the　hands；　with　the
words：　〃We're　here；　my　darling！〃

On　deck；　the　Colonel；　laden　with　bags；　was　looking　back　for　her；
and　trying　to　keep　a　space　between　him　and　his　wife。　　He　signalled
with　his　chin。　　Threading　her　way　towards　him；　she　happened　to　look
up。　　By　the　rails　of　the　pier　above　she　saw　her　husband。　　He　was
leaning　there；　looking　intently　down；　his　tall　broad　figure　made
the　people　on　each　side　of　him　seem　insignificant。　　The　clean…
shaved；　square…cut　face；　with　those　almost　epileptic；　forceful
eyes；　had　a　stillness　and　intensity　beside　which　the　neighbouring
faces　seemed　to　disappear。　　She　saw　him　very　clearly；　even　noting
the　touch　of　silver　in　his　dark　hair；　on　each　side　under　his　straw
hat；　noting　that　he　seemed　too　massive　for　his　neat　blue　suit。　　His
face　relaxed；　he　made　a　little　movement　of　one　hand。　　Suddenly　it
shot　through　her：　Suppose　Mark　had　travelled　with　them；　as　he　had
wished　to　do？　　For　ever　and　ever　now；　that　dark　massive　creature；
smiling　down　at　her；　was　her　enemy；　from　whom　she　must　guard　and
keep　herself　if　she　could；　keep；　at　all　events；　each　one　of　her
real　thoughts　and　hopes！　　She　could　have　writhed；　and　cried　out；
instead；　she　tightened　her　grip　on　the　handle　of　her　bag；　and
smiled。　　Though　so　skilled　in　knowledge　of　his　moods；　she　felt；　in
his　greeting；　his　fierce　grip　of　her　shoulders；　the　smouldering　of
some　feeling　the　nature　of　which　she　could　not　quite　fathom。　　His
voice　had　a　grim　sincerity：　〃Glad　you're　backthought　you　were
never　coming！〃　　Resigned　to　his　charge；　a　feeling　of　sheer　physical
faintness　so　beset　her　that　she　could　hardly　reach　the　compartment
he　had　reserved。　　It　seemed　to　her　that；　for　all　her　foreboding；
she　had　not　till　this　moment　had　the　smallest　inkling　of　what　was
now　before　her；　and　at　his　muttered：　〃Must　we　have　the　old　fossils
in？〃　she　looked　back　to　assure　herself　that　her　Uncle　and　Aunt　were
following。　　To　avoid　having　to　talk；　she　feigned　to　have　travelled
badly；　leaning　back　with　closed　eyes；　in　her　corner。　　If　only　she
could　open　them　and　see；　not　this　square…jawed　face　with　its　intent
gaze　of　possession；　but　that　other　with　its　eager　eyes　humbly
adoring　her。　　The　interminable　journey　ended　all　too　soon。　　She
clung　quite　desperately　to　the　Colonel's　hand　on　the　platform　at
Charing　Cross。　　When　his　kind　face　vanished　she　would　be　lost
indeed！　　Then；　in　the　closed　cab；　she　heard　her　husband's：　〃Aren't
you　going　to　kiss　me？〃　and　submitted　to　his　embrace。

She　tried　so　hard　to　think：　What　does　it　matter？　　It's　not　I；　not
my　soul；　my　spiritonly　my　miserable　lips！

She　heard　him　say：　〃You　don't　seem　too　glad　to　see　me！〃　　And　then：
〃I　hear　you　had　young　Lennan　out　there。　　What　was　HE　doing？〃

She　felt　the　turmoil　of　sudden　fear；　wondered　whether　she　was
showing　it；　lost　it　in　unnatural　alertnessall　in　the　second
before　she　answered：　〃Oh！　just　a　holiday。〃

Some　seconds　passed；　and　then　he　said：

〃You　didn't　mention　him　in　your　letters。〃

She　answered　coolly：　〃Didn't　I？　　We　saw　a　good　deal　of　him。〃

She　knew　that　he　was　looking　at　heran　inquisitive；　half…menacing
regard。　　Whyoh；　why！could　she　not　then　and　there　cry　out：　〃And
I　love　himdo　you　hear？I　love　him！〃　　So　awful　did　it　seem　to　be
denying