Part 38 (1/2)
She did not answer in words, nodding speechlessly.
”Is he a good man, dear?”
”The best in the world, Hugh,” she said softly--”the finest, the dearest, and best.”
”That's bad!” Hugh thought. ”But I might have guessed that she would say that, bless her little heart! Poor Tom!” He sighed. ”So, after all, this beautiful muddle I have made of things goes for nothing! Do you care to tell me who he is, Marjorie?”
”Don't ask me--don't ask me! I can't tell you! I wish I hadn't come. I had no right to ask you to--to listen to me. I wish I hadn't written now!”
He came across to her and put his hand on her shoulder. He bent and kissed the bright hair.
”Little girl, remember always that I am your old friend and your true friend, who would help you in every way at any time. I am not of much use, I am afraid; but such as I am, I am at your service, dear, always, always! Tell me, what can I do? How can I help you?”
”Nothing, nothing, you--you can't help me, Hugh!”
”Can I see Tom?”
”No, oh no, you must not!”
”Can I see--the other? Marjorie, does he know? Has he spoken to you--not knowing perhaps of your engagement to Tom?”
She shook her head. ”He--he doesn't know anything!”
Silence fell on them.
”Don't think about it any more, you can't help me. Hugh, where have you been all this long time?”
”I have been in Kent, at Starden.”
”Is--is that where she--”
”Joan? Yes! she lives there. I have been there, believing I can help her, and I shall help her!”
”You--you love her so?”
”Better than my life,” he said quietly, and never dreamed how those four words entered like a keen-edged sword into the heart of the girl who heard them.
She rose almost immediately.
”I am a foolish, silly girl, and--and, Hugh, I want you to forget what I told you. I shall forget it. I shall go back to--to Tom, and I will try and be worthy of him, try and be good-tempered and--all he wants me to be. Good-bye, Hugh!”
It seemed to him that she had changed suddenly, changed under his very eyes; the tenderness and the tears seemed to have vanished. She spoke almost coldly, and with a dignity he had never seen in her before, and then she went with scarce a look at him, leaving him sorely puzzled.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
GONE
”DEAR JOAN,
”I daresay you will wonder at not having heard from me for so long, but I have been busy. Things have been going from bad to worse with me of late, and I have been obliged to give up the old offices in Gracebury. I often think of the days when we were so much together, as I daresay you do. Naturally I miss you, and naturally I want to see you again. I feel that you seemed to have some objection to my coming to your house. That being so, I wish to consult your wishes in every way, and so I am writing to suggest that you meet me to-morrow, that is Sat.u.r.day night, on the Little Langbourne Road. I daresay you will wonder why I am so familiar with your neighbourhood, but to tell you the truth I am naturally so interested in you that I have been down quietly several times--motoring, just to look round and hear news of you from local gossip, which is always amusing. I have heard of your engagement, of course, and I am interested; but we will talk of that when we meet--to-morrow night at the gate leading into the field where the big ruined barn stands, about half a mile out of Starden on the Little Langbourne Road at nine o'clock. This is definite and precise, isn't it? It will then be dark enough for you to be un.o.bserved, and you will come. I am sure you will come.