g love to you. Not that
I shouldn't like to, but I've got sense enough to see it's no use."
Her reply was unexpected.
"What makes you think that?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, I'm not a fool," said Mr. Cuthbert. "But if I were a poet, or that
fellow Dewing, I might be able to tell you what your eyes were like
to-night."
"I'm glad you're not," said Honora.
As they were going in, she turned for a lingering look at the sea. A
strong young moon rode serenely in the sky and struck a path of light
across the restless waters. Along this shimmering way the eyes of her
companion followed hers.
"I can tell you what that colour is, at least. Do you remember the blue,
transparent substance that used to be on favours at children's parties?"
he asked. "There were caps inside of them, and crackers."
"I believe you are a poet, after all," she said.
A shadow fell across the flags. Honora did not move.
"Hello, Chiltern," said Cuthbert. "I thought you were playing bridge..."
"You haven't looked at me once to-night," he said, when Cuthbert had
gone in.
She was silent.
"Are you angry?"
"Yes, a little," she answered. "Do you blame me?"
The vibration of his voice in the moonlit court awoke an answering chord
in her; and a note of supplication from him touched her strangely. Logic
in his presence was a little difficult--there can be no doubt of that.
"I must go in," she said unsteadily, "my carriage is waiting."
But he stood in front of her.
"I should have thought you would have gone," she said.
"I wanted to see you again."
"And now?"
"I can't leave while you feel this way," he pleaded. "I can't abandon
what I have of you--what you will let me take. If I told you I would be
reasonable--"
"I don't believe in miracles," she said, recovering a little; "at least
in modern ones. The question is, could you become reasonable?"
"As a last resort," he replied, with a flash of humour and a touch of
hope. "If you would--commute my sentence."
She passed him, and picking up her skirts, paused in the window.
"I will give you one more chance," she said.
This was the conversation that, by repeating itself, filled the interval
of her drive home. So oblivious was she to Howard's presence, that he
called her twice from her corner of the carriage after the vehicle had
stopped; and he halted her by seizing her arm as she was about to go up
the stairs. She followed him mechanically into the drawing-room.
He c
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