Part 44 (2/2)

”Have we any other business?” she asked, lifting her brows in feigned surprise.

”Something may crop up,” he answered with a laugh. ”Till then, Miss Driver!”

The young men got in and drove off, Margaret watching and waving her hand as they went--a salutation copiously acknowledged by Lacey; Dormer was busy with his handles.

”If Mr. Alison is prompt with his commission, Thursday may be a busy day,” Jenny remarked, as she sat down in a low chair and lay back in it with an air of energy relaxed. Sitting down by her, I began to smoke my pipe. Margaret pa.s.sed us, smiling, and went into the house.

”That was a fight,” said Jenny presently, ”rather a stiff one--but we've got our stiffest still to come. Lord Fillingford will fight; I must move all my battalions against him. I shall bribe--perhaps I shall still have to bully.” She sighed. For the moment, the afternoon's struggle done, a weariness was upon her. She sat silent again for a long while, her brows knit in meditation or in sorrow.

”I won't tell anybody else,” at last she said. ”I have told you, because I wouldn't have you live here on false pretenses--because you're my friend. I told Mr. Alison to-day for the reason you heard. I'll tell n.o.body else. The old att.i.tude toward the rest! It's really no use telling--I can't tell it right; I can't put it into words. For myself even I can't recover the past--can't quite see how I did it--what woman I was then, or how that woman stands to the woman I am now. A mist has come between the two.”

”For Heaven's sake, vex yourself no more! Let the dead bury its dead.

Alison has upset you.”

”I'm in the mist--but Leonard isn't. He grows clearer and clearer, and”

(she smiled faintly) ”larger and larger. His great kind loving-roughness fills all my vision. I suppose it filled all my vision then, and so--it happened!” She turned to me with a quick question. ”Do you think I'm right in the determination I've come to about myself?”

”I should be far from holding it obligatory either on you or on anyone else. Good things pa.s.s by--and things indifferent--and things bad. The disturbance pa.s.ses off the face of life's stream; the stream pursues its course. There's no duty on you, in my opinion. Yet I think that for yourself you're right.”

”I'm glad you do,” she told me. ”At that we'll leave it--a fixed point!”

”Unless Lord Fillingford is very obstinate?”

As she looked at me, a smile broke slowly over her face. ”From the way you say that, I think you suspect me of having indulged in a little bluff this afternoon. But I think I was honest. I don't mean to do it, I should hate doing it--but they might make me angry enough.”

”I don't believe you'd ever go through with it. We should have flight again!”

”Too awful!” sighed Jenny, frowning, yet almost smiling. She smiled frankly the next moment, as she turned to me and laid her hand on my arm. ”Do let's agree--you and I--that I'm quite incapable of it and was bluffing most audaciously!”

”We'll agree to that with all my heart.”

”So you spoil me--so you go on spoiling me!” she said very gently.

I went down the hill to my own house, leaving her still sitting there, a stately solitary figure, revolving many thoughts in the depths of her mind.

CHAPTER XXIII

ON ALL GROUNDS--RIDICULOUS!

Alison was prompt as could be wished. The next morning we received our orders. Margaret was to go to tea with him at the Church House, escorted either by Chat or by me, as Jenny preferred. He expected that some business would bring Fillingford there about five--and so the encounter; for the result of it, he added, he took no sort of responsibility.

”You must go, of course,” Jenny decided. ”Chat wouldn't be able to tell me anything about what really happened.”

I had to see Cartmell earlier in the afternoon, so arranged to meet Margaret at the appointed place. She knew nothing of Fillingford's being expected, but she had taken a strong liking to Alison and was greatly pleased with her invitation--only surprised that Jenny should not be going, too.

”Oh, I told him I couldn't,” said Jenny. Let us call that a diplomatic evasion.

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