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"Oh, I'm so glad."
The Governor hurried out again, and Alicia returned to the sofa. The knot of her troubles had been rudely cut. Perhaps this summary ending was best. She herself would not, she knew, have had the strength to tear herself away from that place, but if fate tore her--perhaps well and good. Nothing but unhappiness waited there for her; it seemed to her that nothing but unhappiness waited anywhere now; but at least, over at home, she would not have to fear the discovery of her secret, the secret she herself kept so badly, nor to endure the torture of gossip, hints, and clumsy pity. No one, over at home, would think of Medland; they might just know his name, might perhaps have heard him rumoured for a dangerous man and a vexatious opponent of good Sir Robert. Certainly they would never think of him as the cause of bruising of heart to a young lady in fas.h.i.+onable society. So he would pa.s.s out of her life; she would leave him to his busy, strenuous, happy-unhappy life, so full of triumphs and defeats, of ups and downs, of the love of many and the hate of many. Perhaps she, like the rest, would read his name in the _Times_ now and then, unless indeed he were utterly vanquished. No, he was not finally beaten. Of that she was sure. His name would be read often in cold print, but the glow of the life he lived would be henceforth unknown to her. She would go back to the old world and the old circle of it. What would happen after that she was too listless to think. It was summed up in negations; and these again melted into one great want, the absence of the man to whom her imagination and her heart blindly and obstinately clung.
Lady Eynesford had left her newspaper, and Alicia found her hand upon it. Taking it up, she read Medland's evidence at the inquest. A sudden revulsion of feeling seized her. Was this the man she was dreaming about, a man who calmly, coolly, as though caring nothing, told that story in the face of all the world? Was she never to get rid of the spell he had cast on her before she knew what he really was? For a man like this she had sacrificed her self-respect, bandied insults with a vulgar upstart, and brought on her head a reproach more fitting for an ill-mannered child. She threw the paper from her and rose to her feet.
She would think no more of him; he might be what he would; he was no fit subject for her thoughts, and he and the place where he lived and all this wretched country deserved nothing better than to be forgotten, resolutely, utterly, soon.
"I am very sorry, Mary," she was saying, ten minutes later; "I deserved all you said. I don't know what foolishness possessed me. See, I have written and apologised to Mr. c.o.xon."
And Lady Eynesford kissed her and thanked heaven that they would soon have done with Mr. c.o.xon and--all the rest.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE UNCLEAN THING.
A few days later, Mr. d.i.c.k Derosne was walking in the Park at noon. He had been down to the Club and found no one there. Everybody except himself was at work: the politicians were scattered all over the colony, conducting their election campaign. Medland himself had gone to his const.i.tuency: his seat was very unsafe there, and he was determined to keep it if he could, although, as a precaution, he was also a candidate for the North-east ward of Kirton, where his success was beyond doubt.
His friends and his foes had followed him out of town, and the few who were left were busy in the capital itself. Such men as these when at the Club would talk of nothing but the crisis, and, after he had heard all there was to hear about the Benyon affair, the crisis began to bore d.i.c.k. After all, it mattered very little to him; he would be out of it all in a month, and the Medlands were not, when he came to think of it, people of great importance. Why, the Grangers had never heard of them!
Decidedly, he had had enough and to spare of the Medlands.
Nevertheless, he was to have a little more of them, for at this instant he saw Daisy Medland approaching him. Escape was impossible, and d.i.c.k had the grace to shrink from appearing to avoid her.
"The deuce!" he thought, "this is awkward. I hope she won't--" He raised his hat with elaborate politeness.
Daisy stopped and greeted him with much effusion and without any embarra.s.sment. d.i.c.k thought that odd.
"I was afraid," she said, "we were not going to see you again before you disappeared finally with the Governor."
"Oh, I came back just to settle things up. I hope you are all right, Miss Medland?"
"Yes, thank you. Did you have a pleasant trip?"
"Yes, very," he answered, wondering if she knew of his engagement.
"We missed you very much," she went on.
"Awfully kind of you to say so."
"You started so suddenly."
"Oh, well--yes, I suppose I did. It just struck me I ought to see Australia."
"How funny!" she exclaimed, with a little laugh.
"Why funny?" asked d.i.c.k, rather stiffly.
"I mean that it should strike you just like that. However, it was very lucky, wasn't it?"
"You mean I----"
"Yes, I mean you--" said Daisy, who had no intention of saving d.i.c.k from any floundering that might befall him. Mercy is all very well, but give us justice sometimes.
"You heard of my--my engagement?"
"I saw it in the papers. A Miss Granger, isn't it?"
"_A_ Miss Granger!" thought d.i.c.k. Everybody knew the Grangers.
"I'm sure I congratulate you. You lost no time, Mr. Derosne."
d.i.c.k stammered that it was an old acquaintance renewed.
"Oh, then you've been in love with her a long while?" asked Daisy, with a curiosity apparently very innocent.
"Not exactly that."
"Then you did fall in love very quickly?"
"Well, I suppose I did," admitted d.i.c.k, as if he were rather ashamed of himself.
"Oh, I mustn't blame you," said Daisy, with a pensive sigh.
d.i.c.k, on the look-out for a hint of suppressed suffering, saw what he looked for. She was taking it very well, and it was his duty to say something nice. Moreover, Daisy Medland was looking extremely pretty, and that fact alone, in d.i.c.k's view, justified and indeed necessitated the saying of something nice. Violet Granger was leagues away, and a touch of romance could not disquiet or hurt her.
"Indeed I am anxious to hear that you don't," he said, accompanying his remark with a glance of pathetic anxiety.
"Why should I?" she asked.
This simple question placed d.i.c.k in a difficulty, and he was glad when she went on without waiting for an answer.
"Indeed I should have no right to. Love is sudden and--and beyond our control, isn't it?"
"And yet," said d.i.c.k, "a man is bound to consider so many things."
"I was thinking of a girl's love. She just gives it and thinks of nothing. Doesn't she?" and she looked at him with an appeal to his experience in her eyes.
"Does she?" said d.i.c.k, who began to feel uncomfortable.
"And when she has once given it, she never changes."
If this last remark were a generalisation, it was certainly an audacious one, but d.i.c.k was thinking only of a personal application. Daisy's words, as he understood their meaning, were working on the better nature which lay below his frivolity. He began to suffer genuine shame and remorse at the idea that he had caused suffering--lasting pain--to this poor unsophisticated child who had loved him so readily. Moved by this honourable, if tardy, compunction, he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed,
"Oh, don't say that, Miss Medland. I never thought--I--I mean, surely you don't mean--?" And then he came to a dead stop for a moment; only to start abruptly again the next, with--"It would spoil my happiness, if I thought--you don't really mean it, do you? I don't know how I should ask you to forgive me, if you do."
Daisy's plot (which it is not sought to justify) had been crowned with success. A mischievous smile replaced her innocent expression.
"What do you mean, Mr. Derosne? Forgive you? I was speaking of my own feelings."