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Sir Geoffrey smiled at her.
“Like everyone else, now that
your anxiety has been lifted
you’re going to be cross. But
you must try not to show your
ill-humor to Alec.”
She stopped in the entrance
doorway.
“What do you mean?” she
asked.
“My ear is at the door,” said
he, “and it is going to take you
to my house. And there—”
Aline shrank back a little, with
a frightened air. lie put an arm
over her shoulder and gave her
a little shako.
“Come, Aline, I shall be with
you.”
She yielded to him and step
ped into hte car. But at. his
house she had another panic.
“Geoffrey,” she asked him
breathlessly, before they reach
ed Alec’s door, “Geoffrey—docs
tic know I’m coming?”
Sir Geoffrey, walking beside
her, bis hands locked behind
aim, his glass firm in bis eye,
tnswered slowely, not looking
at her:
“I haven’t told you, Aline,
that before he regained con
sciousness Alec asked for you in
cessantly. Since he has been him
self”—Sir Geoffrey paused—
“though he has not spoken of
you, I have felt—. Last night
when I was alone with him he
got out in his off-hand way, you
know, ‘I say, Sir Geoffrey, any
reason why Aline shouldn’t
come in for a moment, eh?’ ”
Aline didn’t look at Sir Geof
frey while he spoke, nor did he
look at her.
They were silent until Alec’s
door was reached. Then, her
eyes on the knob, “You’ll come
in too, won’t you, Geoffrey?”
Aline besought him, and Sir
Geoffrey gravely came.
To the surprise of Aline, who
expected him to he upon his
back, Alec was sitting up in a
deep armchair of faded chintz,
his bandaged head resting
against the back, his long hands
along the arms. Aline was re
minded vividly of Lord Breemc
though his face bore a far more
visible mark of suffering. He
turned his eyes to Aline and held
out his hand.
“How are you, Alec?” were
the only words that came to her.
She was answered, by his charac
teristic grin.
“All here,” said he, rather
more jerkily than usual. “More
than all here, as my head, I’m
«ure, is twice its natural size.
Feel* that way. Won’t you sit
down?’.’
Aline sat. Sir Geoffrey moved
away the full length of the room
and whistled softly near a win
dow. Alec looked wretchedly em
barrassed. There wore lines about
his mouth, and his narrow eyes
avoided his visitor. Aline had
perforce to talk. She told him all
the news of Brcune House that
could po^s'ldy he wr i ’ r from
its past uneventful, anxious
week. She reported the foolish,
quaint sayings of Vi and Hum
phrey. She spoke of the copyist,
Bnd how he had announced his
depA-ture tomorrow for a few
days with the copy and his re
turn for some finishing touches.
“What copyist?” asked Alee..
Mr. Cardoni, you know.”
“Cardoni! Cardoni! Oh, yes,
the fellow Claire spoke to me
about. Hasn’t lie finished yet!”
“Well, Alec, lie’s been remark,
ably quick.”
They stuck to Cardoni and his
work till suddenly,- in the midst
of a speech, Alec stopped short.
Aline looked round in surprise
to see that Sir Geoffrey had left
room.
bi } stood up.
why did he go out!” she
said quickly.
Alec put out an uncertain
hand to her.
“Because he knows I must s.'e
you alone—Aline, I must.”
She Baw the flush rise in his
face and, anxious for him, yield
ed.
“Yes. Alec, I’ll stay.”
“That’s good.”
The hand, uncertain as it was
still held itself out to her, and
Aline took it, standing beside
biin and trying to check the
swift, warm current of delight
that leapt from his fingers to
hers.
“The man you are going to
niarry,” said Alee, looking up
at her from under his bandage
14
with eyes mysteriously changed
in expression, “is a splendid fel
low, Aline. Long before your
wedding-day he is going to be
the one man in the world for
you. Please don’t be angry with
me, dear.”
“Somehow,” Aline murmured,
“I’m not. I wish I could be.”
“No. You’re not angry, be
cause you know it’s what’s be
hind speeches that gives ’em
sting, and there’s nothing behind
mine to-day that could hurt a
mouse. Please stand where I can
look at you, Aline. Can’t turn
my confounded head.
Silently she changed her
position.
“A smashed hea doesn’t
usually make a fellow think,
does it? I fancy I’m different
from most people. My head
needed a good crack to clear it.
Jt aches like thunder, but it’s
as clear as glass. 1 say, Aline,
you know I’ve asked Claire Wil
ton to be my wife?”
Her hand jerked in his, but he
kept it, passing his own free one
across his eyes.
“Can’t remember just how I
put it, but I did tell her I wanted
her to be the Lady of Breeme
House. She didn’t give rae my
answer because—now, let me
think—” He frowned. “Oh, yes,
Tremont and Jane galloped by
us and gave us such a start that
we couldn’t decently get round
to the topic again.”
“Why do you tell me?” Aline
asked, all the ironical patience
of her eyes bent upon him.
“Well—you don’t keep se
crets from me, do you?” She
winced a little, so that he felt
it in her fingers.
lie was silent. Aline, staring
at him in suspense, could make
nothing of his still, pale, narrow
face, with its sombre mouth and
lowered eyes. His hand held he*a
fast. Suddenly lie caught the
band up, pressed it to his fore
head, then to his lips, and the
first tears she had ever seen
from him stood big in the eyes
with which he glanced up and
down again, ashamed and dogged
in his pain. Without preface, “I
love you,” he said; “I love you.
You know I love you,” under his
breath, and rapidly over and
over again.
She slipped to her knees, gent
ly drawing her hand from his.
“No, Alec, no. You mustn’t
say it.”
“Yes, I must—I will. Just this
once. You darling. It’s so good
to tell you. It’s all right, too.
I’ve Sir Geoffrey’s permission.
Thought that would make you
look up. Oh, Aline, what eyes
you have! There were never any
eyes like them in all the world.
I’ve been seeing them every
second for these last days and
nights. You did love me a little,
didn’t you, darling girl?
She kept her eyes upon him,
but said nothing.
‘‘What ;i plucky thing von
are! Aline, I’m sorry I’ve been
a cad. I apologise. I ought to
be caned for the way I’ve acted
to you. It didn’t take Sir
Geoffrey to make me see that,
thank Heaven! No excuse,
though—just makes it worse.”
Again lie was still, she looking
at him, silently.
1 m not a free man. yow
know, Aline. I’m just part of
the House of Breemc. I’ve pot
to look out for it. It’s*what we
all do—all of us that are worth
our salt. I suppose it means some-'
thing—has some value. I don’t
know. I’ve got to please father
and save our fortunes, and make
up for the mischief I’ve been
doing—deuce take me. There’s
Humphrey, you know, and Jane
and Vi.- And I like Claire "Wil
ton. I admire her even when she
terrifies me. She does, you know!
I never admitted it before. She
likes my title and my house, and
the Van Dyke, eh? That is the
way of it, you see. It may not be
romance, but it’s true common
sense. It was that, or the only al
ternative—selling the Van
Dyke. That American' cousin of
mine offers to buy it. But I
can’t!”
She nodded. Her quivering
mouth and throat would not let
her speak.
“I wanted to tell you all
about it,” he began again, not
quite so clearly and looking
away from her with,drawn lips.
"It’s the only amends I can
make you. I think I’ve courage
► ■ ■
enough to play out part. It’s
not—happiness, but, I think, it’s
duty. If it weren’t for father
I’d rathpr go off to the colonies
and try to make money. But—
but there’s the dear old chap
looking at me and hoping big
things. And there are others!”
Another pause. Those tears of
Alec’s had forced their burning,
painful way to his cheeks.
“I’ve about done with any life
that I can call my own, I think,”
he ended dully. .
Aline stood up and moved
away and came back.
“It’s the same for both of us.
dear old boy,” she said quickly.
“We’ll have to be brave for our
selves and each other. We’ll get
something out of it, shan’t we?
This minute, for instance, and—
and—our friendship for all our
lives. And the happiness of
other people. I’m so grateful to
you for telling me. I’m so much
happier. I’m terribly happy,
Alec.”
“Are you?” (
lie looked up with weary won
der. She remembered that he
was hurt.
“I’m going now. Yes I must,”
for his hand had gripped her
desperately. “You’ll be worn
out. Thank you a million times.
And—and God bless you, dear.”
His head and eyes compelled
her. . She bent and kissed his
forehead. Then, she left him.
Sir Geoffrey came to her a
few minutes later and took her
home.
He talked much more than
usual on the way, going over iiif
political theories at considerable
dryness. He was never a
brilliant talker, but this after
noon he was profoundly dull.
He did not ask one single quest
ion, however, nor demand so
much as an “I understand,” or
a Qute so.”
iiuiie surrendered nerseir
thankfully to her own thoughts,
which were very pathetically
noble and full of a strange, sub
dued joy. She did not hear Sir
Geoffrey’s good-bye nor her own.
CHAPTER XIV
SIR GEOFFREY’S MOVE
As soon as Alec was pronounc
ed entirely, out of danger, Lady
Jane returned, like an anxious
humming-bird, to her flowers.
There was cause for delight and
for dismay: some late buds had
come out, the cat had not nibbled
at others, an unexpected beauti
ful thing had flowered. But in
the wild-flower bed there was sad
havoc. A wobbly calf, escaped
from the farm boy, had trampled
across her ferns. Jane set to
work, grave and tender of ex
pression, with her long, supple
hands to prop and tuck in and
repair, clipping away, with
small breaths of regret, what
must be clipped away.
She looked up at a sound to
see Rufus Tremont standing be
fore her, the width of the fern
bed apart.
She , started.
“You are back from London?”
He whimsically shook his head.
Jane blushed and put back her
hair, leaving a streak of mud
across the blush.
“That wasn’t a silly question”,,
she defended herself. “It was an’
exclamation. Have you been to
the house? Have you seen papa?
lie was asking about you; he is
impatient to go on with the
book.’
“Yes’m.” Tremont used this
Westernism with an enjoyment
of its flavour. “I’ve seen your
father. Also, I went to Brooke’s
place, and saw Lord Tremont.
lie gave me—” Here Rufus
settled on the stone wall and,
smiling ruefully to himself, con
templated his boots. “He gave
me a cool reception. He had
not forgotten a little tiff we had
• just before his tumble.”
Jane looked pleased. Her side
long look -and smile were of
gleaming triumph. Rufus flushed*
“Have you"ever heard a saw
about laughing last and best?”
said he.
An ! J ane retorted cruelly,
“that’s just what I’m doing
laughing best and last. It was
you who laughed first”. And
she sang lightly and shyly:
“Madam, will you walk! Mad
am, will you talk!
Madam, will you walk and
talk with me!”
lie looked at her hard, his lips
tight, his color high.
“No”, said Jane, tucking in a
fern with her two forefingers
and thumb, “no; you will never
carry Lady Jane away from
England ’ ’.
“That would be bad medi
cine”, drawled he. “Not to car
ry Lady Jane'away with me from
England—bitter bad medicine!”
Jane kept at her work.
“What makes you so confident
| this vtiyz&pg, Lady Jauef”
She slipped her slim we Sght
back on her heels, letting her
hands lie, palm to palm, lightly
between her knees.
“I wish I could tell you; but
it’s a secret. I think, however,
that we are delivered, with our
Van Dyke, safe out of your
hands”.
He was grim enough at that;
got out his pipe quickly with the
air, Jane was pathetically re
minded, of a hurt child snatch
ing for comfort at a favorite
toy, and blinked downward
through the smoke. He wras
thinking very closely, with knit
brows.
“Yes, the American girl, ofk
course”, he said at last, and gave
Jane a swift glance."* After it he
looked illuminated. “So that’s
it, is it? They are engaged!”
The tone of voice said “They
have bartered themselves.”
Then he seemed to crumple up
into a tight bundle of hard
thought, held together by knit
hands. Jane saw the youth fade
away from him—brow, lips, and
eyes. There were harsh and ruth
less lines in his face. He let his
pipe go out, and stared through
Jane.
Presently, without any change
of attitude or look, he began to
speak.
“You haven’t been fair to
me”, said he. “You haven’t tried
to understand. You haven’t the
vaguest notion of what it means,
of what I’m trying to do. I asked
you to give me half an hour, but
you wouldn’t. I was mighty hap
py with you that first evening
I felt as if I were walking
mighty close to the gates of Para
dise, when, at a word, out floated
a flaming sword. You’ve been
waving it about you ever since.”
Jane watched, with no smile
now, and was still.
“Let me tell you that has hurt
It was the first time I’ve ever
offered my confidence to a wo
man. I was playing almighty
fair, too. I needn’t have told you
what I was after. ^
“I wish you hadn’t”,, said
Jane.
“You don’t trust me any
further than you can see me.
But don’t feel too safe, Lady
Jane. A general has always more
than one plan of attack. Ah!
there goes the flaming sword
again. You don’t love to be
threatened, do you—not a little
bit?”
The question, if its tone had
been different by a shade, would
have been almost insolent. But
there was that in it—a throb
bing, yearning something. Jane’s
head kept its deer-like pose, but
her eyes fell.
~(TO BE CONTINUED )
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