Part 8 (2/2)
”H'm. You're not going to marry him.”
”No, I'm not--but I'm sorry for him.”
”You needn't be. He's no good. You must have nothing to do with him. Ask Lily Brent. He tried to kiss her once, the beast, but she nearly broke his nose, and serve him right.”
”Oh? Did she mind?”
”Mind!”
”I don't think I should have. He looks clean, and if he really wanted to kiss me very badly, I expect I should let him. It's such a little thing.”
”Good heavens, girl!” He stopped in a stride and turned to her. ”That kind of charity is very ill-advised.”
Her laughter floated over his head with the coolness of the wind. ”I hope I shan't have to give way to it.”
He continued to be serious. ”Well, you're not ignorant. Rupert and I made up our minds to that as soon as we knew anything ourselves; but women are such fools, such fools! Tender-hearted idiots!”
”Is that why you're afraid to go to Lily Brent?” she asked.
”Ah, that's different,” he mumbled. ”She's more like a man.”
Helen was smiling as they walked on. ”If you could have Lily Brent and give up your garden, or keep your garden and lose her--”
”I'm not going to talk about it,” he said.
”I wanted to know how much love really matters. That horse is much nearer now. We'll see the lights soon. And there's some one by the roadside, smoking. It's George. Good-evening, George.”
His deep voice rumbled through the darkness, exchanging salutations.
”I'm waiting for the doctor.”
”Some one's coming now.”
”Yes, it's his old nag. That horse makes you believe in eternity, anyhow.”
She felt a sudden, painful anger. ”He's a friend of mine--the horse,”
and quietly, she repeated to herself, ”The horse,” because he had no name by which she could endear him.
”Is Mr. Halkett worse?” John asked, from the edge of the road.
The red end of Halkett's cigar glowed and faded. ”I'm anxious about him.”
The yellow lights of the approaching dog-cart swept the borders of the moor and Helen felt herself caught in the illumination. The horse stopped and she heard the doctor's clear-cut voice.
”Is that you, Helen?”
”Yes.”
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