Part 29 (2/2)
”I hardly dare ask you,” he said, ”what you are going to do now.”
He looked furtive and anxious; she saw that he did.
”I hardly dare ask myself,” she answered, and was immediately conscious that for the first time in the history of their relations she had spoken to him that which was expedient.
”I hope the Sisters are not trying to influence you,” he said firmly.
”Fancy!” she cried irrelevantly. ”I heard the other day that Sister Ann Frances had described me as the pride of the Baker Inst.i.tution!” She laughed with delight at the humour of it, and he smiled too. When she laughed he seemed nearly always now to have confidence enough to smile too.
”You might ask for another six months.”
”Heavens, no! No--I shall make up my mind.”
”Then you may go away,” Arnold said. They were standing at the crossing of the wide red road from which they would go in different directions.
She saw that the question was momentous to him. She also saw how curiously the sun sallowed him and how many more hollows he had in his face than most people. She had a pathetic impression of the figure he made, in his dusty gown and shoes. ”G.o.d's wayfarer,” she murmured.
”Come too,” she said aloud. ”Come and be a Clarke Brother where the climatic conditions suit you better. The world wants Clarke Brothers everywhere.”
He looked at her and tried to smile, but his lips quivered. He opened them in an effort to speak, gave it up, and turned away silently, lifting his hat. Hilda watched him for an instant as he went. His figure took strange proportions through the tears in her eyes, and she marvelled at the lightness with which she had touched, had almost revealed, her heart's desire.
CHAPTER XXIX.
”I knew it would happen in the end,” Hilda said, ”and it has happened.
The Archdeacon has asked me to tea.”
She was speaking to Alicia Livingstone in the dormitory, changing at the same time for a ”turn” at the hospital. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. Alicia's landau stood at the door of the Baker Inst.i.tution.
She had come to find that Miss Howe was just going on duty and could not be taken for a drive.
”When?” asked Alicia, staring out of the window at the crows in a tamarind tree.
”Last Sat.u.r.day. He said he had promised some friends of his the pleasure of meeting me. They had besieged him, he said, and they were his best friends, on all his committees.”
”Only ladies?” The crows, with a shriek of defiance at nothing in particular, having flown away, Miss Livingstone transferred her attention.
”Bless me, yes. What Archdeacon has dear men friends! And _lesquelles pense-tu, mon Dieu!_”
”_Lesquelles?_”
”Mrs. Jack Forrester, Mrs. Fitz--what you may call him up on the frontier, the Brigadier gentleman--Lady Dolly!”
”You were well chaperoned.”
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