Part 32 (2/2)

”Look!” cried Aunt Juley, hurrying away from generalities over the narrow summit of the down. ”Stand where I stand, and you will see the pony-cart coming. I see the pony-cart coming.”

They stood and saw the pony-cart coming. Margaret and Tibby were presently seen coming in it. Leaving the outskirts of Swanage, it drove for a little through the budding lanes, and then began the ascent.

”Have you got the house?” they shouted, long before she could possibly hear.

Helen ran down to meet her. The highroad pa.s.sed over a saddle, and a track went thence at right angles alone the ridge of the down.

”Have you got the house?”

Margaret shook her head.

”Oh, what a nuisance! So we're as we were?”

”Not exactly.”

She got out, looking tired.

”Some mystery,” said Tibby. ”We are to be enlightened presently.”

Margaret came close up to her and whispered that she had had a proposal of marriage from Mr. Wilc.o.x.

Helen was amused. She opened the gate on to the downs so that her brother might lead the pony through. ”It's just like a widower,” she remarked. ”They've cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife's friends.”

Margaret's face flashed despair.

”That type--” She broke off with a cry. ”Meg, not anything wrong with you?”

”Wait one minute,” said Margaret, whispering always.

”But you've never conceivably--you've never--” She pulled herself together. ”Tibby, hurry up through; I can't hold this gate indefinitely.

Aunt Juley! I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we've got to talk houses, and will come on afterwards.” And then, turning her face to her sister's, she burst into tears.

Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, ”Oh, really--” She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled.

”Don't,” sobbed Helen, ”don't, don't, Meg, don't!” She seemed incapable of saying any other word. Margaret, trembling herself, led her forward up the road, till they strayed through another gate on to the down.

”Don't, don't do such a thing! I tell you not to--don't! I know--don't!”

”What do you know?”

”Panic and emptiness,” sobbed Helen. ”Don't!”

Then Margaret thought, ”Helen is a little selfish. I have never behaved like this when there has seemed a chance of her marrying.” She said: ”But we would still see each other very--often, and you--”

”It's not a thing like that,” sobbed Helen. And she broke right away and wandered distractedly upwards, stretching her hands towards the view and crying.

”What's happened to you?” called Margaret, following through the wind that gathers at sundown on the northern slopes of hills. ”But it's stupid!” And suddenly stupidity seized her, and the immense landscape was blurred. But Helen turned back.

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