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On deck; the Colonel; laden with bags; was looking back for her;
and trying to keep a space between him and his wife。  He signalled
with his chin。  Threading her way towards him; she happened to look
up。  By the rails of the pier above she saw her husband。  He was
leaning there; looking intently down; his tall broad figure made
the people on each side of him seem insignificant。  The clean…
shaved; square…cut face; with those almost epileptic; forceful
eyes; had a stillness and intensity beside which the neighbouring
faces seemed to disappear。  She saw him very clearly; even noting
the touch of silver in his dark hair; on each side under his straw
hat; noting that he seemed too massive for his neat blue suit。  His
face relaxed; he made a little movement of one hand。  Suddenly it
shot through her: Suppose Mark had travelled with them; as he had
wished to do?  For ever and ever now; that dark massive creature;
smiling down at her; was her enemy; from whom she must guard and
keep herself if she could; keep; at all events; each one of her
real thoughts and hopes!  She could have writhed; and cried out;
instead; she tightened her grip on the handle of her bag; and
smiled。  Though so skilled in knowledge of his moods; she felt; in
his greeting; his fierce grip of her shoulders; the smouldering of
some feeling the nature of which she could not quite fathom。  His
voice had a grim sincerity: 〃Glad you're backthought you were
never coming!〃  Resigned to his charge; a feeling of sheer physical
faintness so beset her that she could hardly reach the compartment
he had reserved。  It seemed to her that; for all her foreboding;
she had not till this moment had the smallest inkling of what was
now before her; and at his muttered: 〃Must we have the old fossils
in?〃 she looked back to assure herself that her Uncle and Aunt were
following。  To avoid having to talk; she feigned to have travelled
badly; leaning back with closed eyes; in her corner。  If only she
could open them and see; not this square…jawed face with its intent
gaze of possession; but that other with its eager eyes humbly
adoring her。  The interminable journey ended all too soon。  She
clung quite desperately to the Colonel's hand on the platform at
Charing Cross。  When his kind face vanished she would be lost
indeed!  Then; in the closed cab; she heard her husband's: 〃Aren't
you going to kiss me?〃 and submitted to his embrace。

She tried so hard to think: What does it matter?  It's not I; not
my soul; my spiritonly my miserable lips!

She heard him say: 〃You don't seem too glad to see me!〃  And then:
〃I hear you had young Lennan out there。  What was HE doing?〃

She felt the turmoil of sudden fear; wondered whether she was
showing it; lost it in unnatural alertnessall in the second
before she answered: 〃Oh! just a holiday。〃

Some seconds passed; and then he said:

〃You didn't mention him in your letters。〃

She answered coolly: 〃Didn't I?  We saw a good deal of him。〃

She knew that he was looking at heran inquisitive; half…menacing
regard。  Whyoh; why!could she not then and there cry out: 〃And
I love himdo you hear?I love him!〃  So awful did it seem to be
denying her love with these half lies!  But it was all so much more
grim and hopeless than even she had thought。  How inconceivable;
now; that she had ever given herself up to this man for life!  If
only she could get away from him to her room; and scheme and think!
For his eyes never left her; travelling over her with their
pathetic greed; their menacing inquiry; till he said: 〃Well; it's
not done you any harm。  You look very fit。〃  But his touch was too
much even for her self…command; and she recoiled as if he had
struck her。

〃What's the matter?  Did I hurt you?〃

It seemed to her that he was jeeringthen realized as vividly that
he was not。  And the full danger to her; perhaps to Mark himself;
of shrinking from this man; striking her with all its pitiable
force; she made a painful effort; slipped her hand under his arm;
and said: 〃I'm very tired。  You startled me。〃

But he put her hand away; and turning his face; stared out of the
window。  And so they reached their home。

When he had left her alone; she remained where she was standing; by
her wardrobe; without sound or movement; thinking: What am I going
to do?  How am I going to live?


IX


When Mark Lennan; travelling through from Beaulieu; reached his
rooms in Chelsea; he went at once to the little pile of his
letters; twice hunted through them; then stood very still; with a
stunned; sick feeling。  Why had she not sent him that promised
note?  And now he realizedthough not yet to the fullwhat it
meant to be in love with a married woman。  He must wait in this
suspense for eighteen hours at least; till he could call; and find
out what had happened to prevent her; till he could hear from her
lips that she still loved him。  The chilliest of legal lovers had
access to his love; but he must possess a soul that was on fire; in
this deadly patience; for fear of doing something that might
jeopardize her。  Telegraph?  He dared not。  Write?  She would get
it by the first post; but what could he say that was not dangerous;
if Cramier chanced to see?  Call?  Still more impossible till three
o'clock; at very earliest; to…morrow。  His gaze wandered round the
studio。  Were these household gods; and all these works of his;
indeed the same he had left twenty days ago?  They seemed to exist
now only in so far as she might come to see themcome and sit in
such a chair; and drink out of such a cup; and let him put this
cushion for her back; and that footstool for her feet。  And so
vividly could he see her lying back in that chair looking across at
him; that he could hardly believe she had never yet sat there。  It
was odd howwithout any resolution taken; without admission that
their love could not remain platonic; without any change in their
relations; save one humble kiss and a few whispered words
everything was changed。  A month or so ago; if he had wanted; he
would have gone at once calmly to her house。  It would have seemed
harmless; and quite natural。  Now it was impossible to do openly
the least thing that strict convention did not find desirable。
Sooner or later they would find him stepping over convention; and
take him for what he was nota real lover!  A real lover!  He
knelt down before the empty chair and stretched out his arms。  No
substanceno warmthno fragrancenothing!  Longing that passed
through air; as the wind through grass。

He went to the little round window; which overlooked the river。
The last evening of May; gloaming above the water; dusk resting in
the trees; and the air warm!  Better to be out; and moving in the
night; out in the ebb and flow of things; among others whose hearts
were beating; than stay in this place that without her was so cold
and meaningless。

Lampsthe passion…fruit of townswere turning from pallor to full
orange; and the stars were coming out。  Half…past nine!  At ten
o'clock; and not before; he would walk past her house。  To have
this something to look forward to; however furtive and barren;
helped。  But on a Saturday night there would be no sitting at the
House。  Cramier would be at home; or they would both be out; or
perhaps have gone down to their river cottage。  Cramier!  What
cruel demon had presided over that marring of her life!  Why had he
never met her till after she had bound herself to this man!  From a
negative contempt for one who was either not sensitive enough to
recognize that his marriage was a failure; or not chivalrous enough
to make that failure bear as little hardly as possible on his wife;
he had come already to jealous hatred as of a monster。  To be face
to face with Cramier in a mortal conflict could alone have
satisfied his feeling。 。 。 。  Yet he was a young man by nature
gentle!

His heart beat desperately as he approached that streetone of
those little old streets; so beautiful; that belonged to a vanished
London。  It was very narrow; there was no shelter; and he thought
confusedly of what he could say; if met in this remote backwater
that led nowhere。  He would tell some lie; no doubt。  Lies would
now be his daily business。  Lies and hatred; those violent things
of life; would come to seem quite natural; in the violence of his
love。

He stood a moment; hesitating; by the rails of the old church。
Black; white…veined; with shadowy summits; in that half darkness;
it was like some gigantic vision。  Mystery itself seemed modelled
there。  He turned and walked quickly down the street close to the
houses on the further side。  The windows of her house were lighted!
So; she was not away!  Dim light in the dining…room; lights in the
room aboveher bedroom; doubtless。  Was there no way to bring her
to the window; no way his spirit could climb up there and beckon
hers out to him?  Perhaps she was not there; perhaps it was but a
servant taking up hot water。  He was at the end of the street by
now; but to leave without once more passing was impossible。  And
this time he went slowly; his head down; feigning abstraction;
grudging every inch of pavement; and all the time furtively
searching th

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