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honour had come his wayhad he had a thing like this to deal with。
Poor child!  But he had no business to think of her like that。  No;
indeed!  She had not behavedas  And there he paused; curiously
unable to condemn her。  Suppose they got up and came that way!

He took his hands off the stone parapet; and made for his hotel。
His palms were white from the force of his grip。  He said to
himself as he went along: 〃I must consider the whole question
calmly; I must think it out。〃  This gave him relief。  With young
Lennan; at all events; he could be angry。  But even there he found;
to his dismay; no finality of judgment。  And this absence of
finality; so unwonted; distressed him horribly。  There was
something in the way the young man had been sitting there beside
herso quiet; so almost timidthat had touched him。  This was
bad; by Jovevery bad!  The two of them; they made; somehow; a
nice couple!  Confound it!  This would not do!  The chaplain of the
little English church; passing at this moment; called out; 〃Fine
morning; Colonel Ercott。〃  The Colonel saluted; and did not answer。
The greeting at the moment seemed to him paltry。  No morning could
be fine that contained such a discovery。  He entered the hotel;
passed into the dining…room; and sat down。  Nobody was there。  They
all had their breakfast upstairs; even Dolly。  Olive alone was in
the habit of supporting him while he ate an English breakfast。  And
suddenly he perceived that he was face to face already with this
dreadful situation。  To have breakfast without; as usual; waiting
for her; seemed too pointed。  She might be coming in at any minute
now。  To wait for her; and have it; without showing anythinghow
could he do that?

He was conscious of a faint rustling behind him。  There she was;
and nothing decided。  In this moment of hopeless confusion the
Colonel acted by pure instinct; rose; patted her cheek; and placed
a chair。

〃Well; my dear;〃 he said; 〃hungry?〃

She was looking very dainty; very soft。  That creamy dress showed
off her dark hair and eyes; which seemed somehow to beflying off
somewhere; yesit was queer; but that was the only way to put it。
He got no reassurance; no comfort; from the sight of her。  And
slowly he stripped the skin from the banana with which he always
commenced breakfast。  One might just as well be asked to shoot a
tame dove or tear a pretty flower to pieces as be expected to take
her to task; even if he could; in honour。  And he sought refuge in
the words:

〃Been out?〃  Then could have bitten his tongue off。  Suppose she
answered: 〃No。〃

But she did not so answer。  The colour came into her cheeks;
indeed; but she nodded: 〃It's so lovely!〃

How pretty she looked saying that!  He had put himself out of court
nowcould never tell her what he had seen; after setting; as it
were; that trap for her; and presently he asked:

〃Got any plans to…day?〃

She answered; without flinching in the least:

〃Mark Lennan and I were going to take mules from Mentone up to
Gorbio。〃

He was amazed at her steadinessnever; to his knowledge; having
encountered a woman armoured at every point to preserve a love that
flies against the world。  How tell what was under her smile!  And
in confusion of feeling that amounted almost to pain he heard her
say:

〃Will you and Aunt Dolly come?〃

Between sense of trusteeship and hatred of spoiling sport; between
knowledge of the danger she was in and half…pitying admiration at
the sight of her; between real disapproval of an illicit and
underhand business (what else was it; after all?) and some dim
perception that here was something he did not begin to be able to
fathomsomething that perhaps no one but those two themselves
could deal withbetween these various extremes he was lost indeed。
And he stammered out:

〃I must ask your aunt; she'sshe's not very good on a mule。〃

Then; in an impulse of sheer affection; he said with startling
suddenness: 〃My dear; I've often meant to ask; are you happy at
home?〃

〃At home?〃

There was something sinister about the way she repeated that; as if
the word 〃home〃 were strange to her。

She drank her coffee and got up; and the Colonel felt afraid of
her; standing thereafraid of what she was going to tell him。  He
grew very red。  But; worse than all; she said absolutely nothing;
only shrugged her shoulders with a little smile that went to his
heart。


VI


On the wild thyme; under the olives below the rock village of
Gorbio; with their mules cropping at a little distance; those two
sat after their lunch; listening to the cuckoos。  Since their
uncanny chance meeting that morning in the gardens; when they sat
with their hands just touching; amazed and elated by their own good
fortune; there was not much need to say what they felt; to break
with words this rapture of belonging to each otherso shyly; so
wildly; so; as it were; without reality。  They were like epicures
with old wine in their glasses; not yet tired of its fragrance and
the spell of anticipation。

And so their talk was not of love; but; in that pathetic way of
star…crossed lovers; of the things they loved; leaving outeach
other。

It was the telling of her dream that brought the words from him at
last; but she drew away; and answered:

〃It can'tit mustn't be!〃

Then he just clung to her hand; and presently; seeing that her eyes
were wet; took courage enough to kiss her cheek。

Trembling and fugitive indeed that first passage of their love。
Not much of the conquering male in him; nor in her of the ordinary
enchantress。

And then they went; outwardly sober enough; riding their mules down
the stony slopes back to Mentone。

But in the grey; dusty railway…carriage when she had left him; he
was like a man drugged; staring at where she had sat opposite。

Two hours later; at dinner in her hotel; between her and Mrs。
Ercott; with the Colonel opposite; he knew for the first time what
he was faced with。  To watch every thought that passed within him;
lest it should by the slightest sign betray him; to regulate and
veil every look and every word he spoke to her; never for a second
to forget that these other persons were actual and dangerous; not
merely the insignificant and grotesque shadows that they seemed。
It would be perhaps for ever a part of his love for her to seem not
to love her。  He did not dare dream of fulfilment。  He was to be
her friend; and try to bring her happinessburn and long for her;
and not think about reward。  This was his first real overwhelming
passionso different to the loves of springand he brought to it
all that naivete; that touching quality of young Englishmen; whose
secret instinct it is to back away from the full nature of love;
even from admitting that it has that nature。  They two were to
love; andnot to love!  For the first time he understood a little
of what that meant。  A few stolen adoring minutes now and then;
and; for the rest; the presence of a world that must be deceived。
Already he had almost a hatred of that orderly; brown…faced
Colonel; with his eyes that looked so steady and saw nothing; of
that flat; kindly lady; who talked so pleasantly throughout dinner;
saying things that he had to answer without knowing what they
signified。  He realized; with a sense of shock; that he was
deprived of all interests in life but one; not even his work had
any meaning apart from HER。  It lit no fire within him to hear Mrs。
Ercott praise certain execrable pictures in the Royal Academy;
which she had religiously visited the day before leaving home。  And
as the interminable meal wore on; he began even to feel grief and
wonder that Olive could be so smiling; so gay; and calm; so; as it
seemed to him; indifferent to this intolerable impossibility of
exchanging even one look of love。  Did she really love himcould
she love him; and show not one little sign of it?  And suddenly he
felt her foot touch his own。  It was the faintest sidelong;
supplicating pressure; withdrawn at once; but it said: 'I know what
you are suffering; I; too; but I love you。'  Characteristically; he
felt that it cost her dear to make use of that little primitive
device of common loves; the touch awoke within him only chivalry。
He would burn for ever sooner than cause her the pain of thinking
that he was not happy。

After dinner; they sat out on a balcony。  The stars glowed above
the palms; a frog was croaking。  He managed to draw his chair so
that he could look at her unseen。  How deep; and softly dark her
eyes; when for a second they rested on his!  A moth settled on her
kneea cunning little creature; with its hooded; horned owl's
face; and tiny black slits of eyes!  Would it have come so
confidingly to anyone but her?  The Colonel knew its namehe had
collected it。  Very common; he said。  The interest in it passed;
but Lennan stayed; bent forward; gazing at that silk…covered knee。

The voice of Mrs。 Ercott; sharper than its wont; said: 〃What day
does Robert say he wants you back; my dear?〃

He managed to remain gazing at the moth; even to take it gently
from her knee; while he listened to her calm answer。

〃Tuesday; I believe。〃

Then he got up; and let the moth fly into the darkness; his h

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