ve ceased
trying to find out. What's the use!" She appeared now to be addressing
no one in particular.
A servant entered with a card, and the banker's hand shook perceptibly
as he put down his claret and adjusted his glasses.
"Show him into my office upstairs, and tell him I'll see him at once,"
he said, and glanced at the rector. But it was Alison whom he addressed.
"I must leave Mr. Hodder to answer your arguments," he added, with an
attempt at lightness; and then to the rector: "Perhaps you can convince
her that the Church is more sinned against than sinning, and that
Christians are not such terrible monsters after all. You'll excuse me?"
"Certainly." Hodder had risen.
II
"Shall we have coffee in the garden?" Alison asked. "It's much nicer
outside this time of year."
For an instant he was at a loss to decide whether to accede, or to make
an excuse and leave the house. Wisdom seemed to point to flight.
But when he glanced at her he saw to his surprise that the mood
of abstraction into which she had fallen still held her; that the
discussion which had aroused Eldon Parr to such dramatic anger had left
her serious and thoughtful. She betrayed no sense of triumph at having
audaciously and successfully combated him, and she appeared now only
partially to be aware of Hodder's presence. His interest, his curiosity
mounted suddenly again, overwhelming once more the antagonism which
he had felt come and go in waves; and once more his attempted
classification of her was swept away. She had relapsed into an enigma.
"I like the open air," he answered, "and I have always wished to see the
garden. I have admired it from the windows."
"It's been on my mind for some years," she replied, as she led the way
down a flight of steps into the vine-covered pergola. "And I intend to
change parts of it while I am out here. It was one of my first attempts,
and I've learned more since."
"You must forgive my ignorant praise," he said, and smiled. "I have
always thought it beautiful: But I can understand that an artist is
never satisfied."
She turned to him, and suddenly their eyes met and held in a momentary,
electric intensity that left him warm and agitated. There was nothing
coquettish in the glance, but it was the first distinct manifestation
that he was of consequence. She returned his smile, without levity.
"Is a clergyman ever satisfied?" she asked.
"He ought not to be," replied Hodder, wondering whether sh
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