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Midway in his path, a figure lying p.r.o.ne in the tall gra.s.s roused itself into action at his coming, sprang up and stood facing him, flushed, defiant, and on the verge of tears.
It was the last person in the world Stanley wished to see--Belle Fitzgerald. He had felt it was impossible to meet her again; that she had put herself beyond the pale of his recognition; that it was not even decent that she should face him; that he should have been left to forget; and she, seeing all this in his face, and more--longed to throw her good resolutions to the winds, and cry out against this great injustice. But as they stood there, her subtle woman's instinct told her that, even were her innocence proclaimed with the trumpet, the thought that it had been otherwise would stand between them as an insurmountable barrier for ever, and she hardened her heart for his sake.
"You are going away," she said.
"Yes," he replied, looking down at the road. She told herself pa.s.sionately, that he would look anywhere rather than at her.
"Some of your property has come into my possession," he said. "I wish to return it to you," and he handed her the receipt for the forty thousand pounds.
"I'll trust you'll see," he continued, in a strained voice, "that Colonel Darcy has his proper share."
"He shall have what he deserves," she replied coldly; and then she burst out, her words tumbling one over the other, now that she had found speech: "You ought to know, you must know, that when Colonel Darcy is free, we shall be man and wife."
"I'm very glad," he said, and he said it from his heart.
There was an awkward pause, neither seemed able to speak. At length he remarked, more to break the silence than anything:--
"You know, I always thought, that, in your heart, you loved Darcy, before anyone else."
She laughed her hard, cold laugh, saying:--
"You diplomats know everything."
The Secretary bowed silently and pa.s.sed on, well satisfied to close the interview; his thoughts full of the brilliant future which was opening before him, unconscious that behind him, face down in the gra.s.s, a woman was sobbing her heart out.
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