Part 6 (2/2)
”How can he stop me?
”I don't know; but I am afraid that he will. He could threaten to disinherit you; if you disobeyed, he might carry out the threat. Give him no opportunity to threaten.”
Very reluctantly Tony consented. He had all a man's objections to concealments, she all a woman's liking for them; but she prevailed, and since the moment of separation was very near, they began to retrace their steps through the years of their married life, and back beyond them to the days of their first acquaintance. Thus it happened that Millie mentioned the name of Pamela Mardale, and suddenly Tony drew himself upright in his chair.
”Is she in town, I wonder?” he asked, rather of himself than of his wife.
”Most likely,” Millie replied. ”Why?”
”I think I must try to see her before I go,” said Tony, thoughtfully; and more than once during the evening he looked with anxiety towards his wife; but in his look there was some perplexity too.
He tried next day; for he borrowed a horse from a friend, and rode out into the Row at eleven o'clock. As he pa.s.sed through the gates of Hyde Park, he saw Pamela turning her horse on the edge of the sand. She saw him at the same moment and waited.
”You are a stranger here,” she said, with a smile, as he joined her.
”Here and everywhere,” he replied. ”I came out on purpose to find you.”
Pamela glanced at Tony curiously. Only a few days had pa.s.sed since Warrisden had pointed out the truants from the window of Lady Millingham's house, and had speculated upon the seclusion of their lives. The memory of that evening was still fresh in her mind.
”I want to ask you a question.”
”Ask it and I'll answer,” she replied carelessly.
”You were Millie's bridesmaid?”
”Yes.”
”You saw a good deal of her before we were married?”
”Yes.”
They were riding down the Row at a walk under the trees, Pamela wondering to what these questions were to lead, Tony slowly formulating the point which troubled him.
”Before Millie and I were engaged,” he went on, ”before indeed there was any likelihood of our being engaged, you once said to me something about her.”
”I did?”
”Yes. I remembered it last night. And it rather worries me. I should like you to explain what you meant. You said, 'The man who marries her should never leave her. If he goes away shooting big game, he should take her with him. On no account must she be left behind.'”
It was a day cloudless and bright. Over towards the Serpentine the heat filled the air with a soft screen of mist, and at the bottom of the Row the rhododendrons glowed. As Pamela and Tony went forward at a walk the sunlight slanting through the leaves now shone upon their faces and now left them in shade. And when it fell bright upon Pamela it lit up a countenance which was greatly troubled. She did not, however, deny that she had used the words. She did not pretend that she had forgotten their application.
”You remember what I said?” she remarked. ”It is a long while ago.”
”Before that,” he explained, ”I had begun to notice all that was said of Millie.”
”I spoke the words generally, perhaps too carelessly.”
”Yet not without a reason,” Tony insisted. ”That's not your way.”
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