Part 88 (2/2)

”Well--” Maggie hesitated, and stopped.

There was silence for a moment. Edwin felt that the situation was now further intensified.

”I expect you've heard about the poor Vicar,” Mrs Hamps funereally insinuated. Edwin mutely d.a.m.ned her.

Maggie looked up sharply. ”No! ... He's not--”

Mrs Hamps nodded twice.

The tears vanished from Maggie's eyes, forced backwards by all the secret pride that was in her. It was obvious that not the news of the Vicar had originally caused those tears; but nevertheless there should be no shadow of misunderstanding. The death of the Vicar must be a.s.sociated with no more serious sign of distress in Maggie than in others. She must be above suspicion. For one acute moment, as he read her thoughts and as the profound sacrificial tragedy of her entire existence loomed less indistinctly than usual before him, Edwin ceased to think about himself and Hilda.

She made a quick hysterical movement.

”I wish you'd go across, Edwin,” she said harshly.

”I'll go now,” he answered, with softness. And he was glad to go.

Four.

It was Osmond Orgreave who opened to him the front door of Lane End House. Maggie had told the old gentleman that she should send Edwin over, and he was wandering vaguely about in nervous expectation. In an instant they were discussing George's case, and the advisability of telegraphing to Hilda. Mrs Orgreave immediately joined them in the hall. Both father and mother clearly stood in awe of the gentle but powerful Janet. And somehow the child was considered as her private affair, into which others might not thrust themselves save on sufferance. Perceiving that Edwin was slightly inclined to the course of telegraphing, they drew him towards them as a reinforcement, but while Mrs Orgreave frankly displayed her dependence on him, Mr Orgreave affected to be strong, independent, and judicial.

”I wish you'd go and speak to her,” Mrs Orgreave entreated.

”Upstairs?”

”It won't do any harm, anyhow,” said Osmond, finely indifferent.

They went up the stairs in a procession. Edwin did not wish to tell them about the Vicar. He could see no sense in telling them about the Vicar. And yet, before they reached the top of the stairs, he heard himself saying in a concerned whisper--

”You know about the Vicar of Saint Peter's?”

”No.”

”Died at four o'clock.”

”Oh dear me! Dear me!” murmured Mrs Orgreave, agonised.

Most evidently George's case was aggravated by the Vicar's death--and not only in the eyes of Mrs Orgreave and her falsely stoic husband, but in Edwin's eyes too! Useless for him to argue with himself about idiotic superst.i.tiousness! The death of the Vicar had undoubtedly influenced his att.i.tude towards George.

They halted on the landing, outside a door that was ajar. Near them burned a gas jet, and beneath the bracket was a large framed photograph of the bridal party at Alicia's wedding. Farther along the landing were other similar records of the weddings of Marion, Tom, and Jimmie.

Mr Orgreave pushed the door half open.

”Janet,” said Mr Orgreave conspiratorially.

”Well?” from within the bedroom.

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