Part 20 (1/2)

If you can only feel sure that the person has the qualities you admire it is possible that he could acquire one or two.”

Agatha drew back. ”And I've changed ever so much since that photograph was taken!” she exclaimed with a catch in her voice.

Wyllard admitted it. ”Yes,” he said, ”I recognized that; you were a little immature then. I know that now--but all the graciousness and sweetness in you has grown and ripened. What is more, you have grown just as I seemed to know you would. I saw that clearly the day we met beside the stepping-stones. I would have asked you to marry me in England, only Gregory stood in the way.”

The color ebbed suddenly out of the girl's face as she remembered.

”Gregory,” she declared in a strained voice, ”stands in the way still. I didn't send him away altogether. I'm not sure I made that clear.”

Wyllard stood very still for a moment or two.

”I wonder,” he said, ”if there's anything significant in the fact that you gave me that reason last. He failed you in some way?”

”I'm not sure that I haven't failed him; but I can't go into that.”

Again Wyllard stood silent. Then he turned to her with a strong restraint in his face.

”Gregory is a friend of mine,” he said, ”there is, at least, one very good reason why I should remember it, but it seems that somehow he hadn't the wit to keep you. Well, I can only wait, but when the time seems ripe I shall ask you again. Until then you have my promise that I will not say another word that could distress you. Perhaps I had better take you back to Mrs. Hastings now.”

Agatha turned away, and they walked back together silently.

CHAPTER XIII

THE SUMMONS

Mrs. Hastings was standing beside her wagon in the gathering dusk when Agatha and Wyllard joined her. After Wyllard had helped the two women into the vehicle she looked down at him severely as she gathered up the reins.

”By this time Allen will have had to put the kiddies to bed,” she said.

”Christina, as you might have borne in mind, goes over to Branstock's every evening. Anyway, you'll drive across and see him about that team as soon as you can; come to supper.”

”I'll try,” promised Wyllard with a certain hesitation. Mrs. Hastings turned to Agatha as they drove away.

”Why did he look at you before he answered me?” she asked, and laughed, for there was just light enough left to show the color in the girl's cheek. ”Well,” she added, ”I told Allen he was sure to be the first.”

Agatha looked at her in evident bewilderment, but she nodded. ”Yes,” she said, ”of course, I knew it would come. Everybody knows by now that you have fallen out with Gregory.”

”But, as I told you, I haven't fallen out with him.”

”You certainly haven't married him, and if you have said 'No' to Harry Wyllard because you would sooner take Gregory after all, you're a singularly unwise young woman. Anyway, you'll have to meet Harry when he comes to supper. Allen's fond of a talk with him; I can't have him kept away.”

”I was a little afraid of that,” replied Agatha slowly. ”What makes the situation more difficult is that he told me he would ask me again.”

Mrs. Hastings was thoughtful for a moment. ”In that case he will in all probability do it; but I don't think you need feel diffident about meeting him, especially as you can't help it. He'll wait and say nothing until he considers it advisable.”

She changed the subject, and talked about other matters until they reached the homestead.

As the weeks went by Agatha found that what Mrs. Hastings had told her was warranted. Wyllard drove over every now and then, but she was rea.s.sured by his att.i.tude. He greeted her with the quiet cordiality which had hitherto characterized him, and it went a long way towards allaying the embarra.s.sment of which she was conscious at first. By and by, however, she felt no embarra.s.sment at all, in spite of the disturbing possibility that he might at some future time once more adopt the role of lover.