Part 22 (1/2)

She stood by his side, motionless and trembling.

”It was the pa.s.sion of a moment,” she said at last, speaking hoa.r.s.ely.

”I cannot tell you. Listen! Listen!”

”There is no one near,” Hamel a.s.sured her. ”It is the wind which shakes the windows. I wish that you would tell me everything. I would like to be your friend. Believe me, I have that desire, really. There are so many things which I do not understand. That it is dull here for you, of course, is natural, but there is something more than that. You seem always to fear something. Your uncle is a selfish man, naturally, although to look at him he seems to have the disposition of an angel.

But beyond that, is there anything of which you are afraid? You seem all the time to live in fear.”

She suddenly clutched his hand. There was nothing of affection in her touch, and yet he felt a thrill of delight.

”There are strange things which happen here,” she whispered, ”things which neither Gerald nor I understand. Yet they terrify us. I think that very soon the end will come. Neither of us can stand it very much longer. We have no friends. Somehow or other, he seems to manage to keep us always isolated.”

”I shall not go away from here,” Hamel said firmly, ”at present. Mind, I am not at all sure that, living this solitary life as you do, you have not become a little over-nervous; that you have not exaggerated the fear of some things. To me your uncle seems merely quixotic and egregiously selfish. However that may be, I am going to remain.” She clutched once, more at his arm, her finger was upraised. They listened together. From somewhere behind them came the clear, low wailing of a violin.

”It is Mr. Fentolin,” she whispered. ”Please come in; let us go in at once. He only plays when he is excited. I am afraid! Oh, I am afraid that something is going to happen!”

She was already round the corner and on her way to the main terrace. He followed her closely.

CHAPTER XVI

”Let us follow the example of all great golfers,” Hamel said. ”Let us for this morning, at any rate, imagine that your whole world is encompa.s.sed within these eighteen holes. We have been sent here in a moment of good humour by your tyrant uncle. The sun s.h.i.+nes, and the wind is from the west. Why not?”

”That is all very well for you,” she retorted, smiling, ”but I have topped my drive.”

”Purely an incident,” he a.s.sured her. ”The vicissitudes of the game do not enter into the question. I have driven a ball far above my usual form, but I am not gloating over it. I prefer to remember only that I am going to spend the next two hours with you.”

She played her shot, and they walked for a little way together. She was suddenly silent.

”Do you know,” she said finally, just a little gravely, ”I am not at all used to speeches of this sort.”

”Then you ought to be,” he declared. ”Nothing but the lonely life you have been living has kept you from hearing them continually.”

She laughed a little at the impotence of her rebuff and paused for a moment to make her next shot. Hamel, standing a little on one side, watched her appraisingly. Her short, grey tweed skirt was obviously the handiwork of an accomplished tailor. Her grey stockings and suede shoes were immaculate and showed a care for her appearance which pleased him.

Her swing, too, revealed a grace, the grace of long arms and a supple body, at which previously he had only guessed. The suns.h.i.+ne seemed to have brought out a copper tinge from her abundant brown hair.

”Do you know,” he remarked, ”I think I am beginning to like your uncle.

Great idea of his, sending us off here directly after breakfast.”

Her face darkened for a moment, and he realised his error. The same thought, indeed, had been in both their minds. Mr. Fentolin's courteous suggestion had been offered to them almost in the shape of a command. It was scarcely possible to escape from the reflection that he had desired to rid himself of their presence for the morning.

”Of course,” he went on, ”I knew that these links were good--quite famous, aren't they?”

”I have played on so few others,” she told him. ”I learned my golf here with King, the professional.”

He took off his cap and handed it to his caddy. He himself was beginning already to look younger. The long blue waves came rippling up the creeks. The salt wind, soft with suns.h.i.+ne, blew in their faces. The marshes on the landward side were mauve with lavender blossom. In the distance, the red-tiled cottages nestled deep among a background of green trees and rising fields.

”This indeed is a land of peace,” he declared. ”If I hadn't to give you quite so many strokes, I should be really enjoying myself.”