ls
flopping up and down on her little straight back. She wanted to be able
to "go out riding" with Grandy and Mum and Baryn. And the first days
were spent by them all more or less in fulfilling her new desires. Then
term began, and Gyp sat down again to the long sharing of Summerhay with
his other life.

VII

One afternoon at the beginning of November, the old Scotch terrier,
Ossian, lay on the path in the pale sunshine. He had lain there all the
morning since his master went up by the early train. Nearly sixteen years
old, he was deaf now and disillusioned, and every time that Summerhay
left him, his eyes seemed to say: "You will leave me once too often!"
The blandishments of the other nice people about the house were becoming
to him daily less and less a substitute for that which he felt he had not
much time left to enjoy; nor could he any longer bear a stranger within
the gate. From her window, Gyp saw him get up and stand with his back
ridged, growling at the postman, and, fearing for the man's calves, she
hastened out.

Among the letters was one in that dreaded hand writing marked
"Immediate," and forwarded from his chambers. She took it up, and put it
to her nose. A scent--of what? Too faint to say. Her thumb nails
sought the edge of the flap on either side. She laid the letter down.
Any other letter, but not that--she wanted to open it too much.
Readdressing it, she took it out to put with the other letters. And
instantly the thought went through her: 'What a pity! If I read it, and
there was nothing!' All her restless, jealous misgivings of months past
would then be set at rest! She stood, uncertain, with the letter in her
hand. Ah--but if there WERE something! She would lose at one stroke her
faith in him, and her faith in herself--not only his love but her own
self-respect. She dropped the letter on the table. Could she not take it
up to him herself? By the three o'clock slow train, she could get to him
soon after five. She looked at her watch. She would just have time to
walk down. And she ran upstairs. Little Gyp was sitting on the top
stair--her favourite seat--looking at a picture-book.

"I'm going up to London, darling. Tell Betty I may be back to-night, or
perhaps I may not. Give me a good kiss."

Little Gyp gave the good kiss, and said:

"Let me see you put your hat on, Mum."

While Gyp was putting on hat and furs, she thought: "I shan't take a bag;
I can always mak