e gazed down at Becky.
She found the King's Crest number. It was a dreadful thing that she
was about to do. Yet she was going to do it.
She reached for the receiver. Then suddenly her hand was stayed, for
it seemed to her that into the silence her greatest grandfather shouted
accusingly:
"_Where is your pride?_"
She found herself trying to explain. "But, Grandfather----"
The clamour of other voices assailed her:
"_Where is your pride?_"
They were flinging the question at her from all sides, those gentlemen
in ruffles, those ladies in shining gowns.
Becky stood before them like a prisoner at the bar--a slight child, yet
with the look about her of those lovely ladies, and with eyes as clear
as those of the old Governor who had accused her.
"But I love him----"
It was no defense and she knew it. Not one of those lovely ladies
would have tried to call a lover back, not one of them but would have
died rather than show her hurt. Not one of those slender and sparkling
gentlemen but would have found swords or pistols the only settlement
for Dalton's withdrawal at such a moment.
And she was one of them--one of that prideful group. There came to her
a sense of strength in that association. What had been done could be
done again. Other women had hidden broken hearts. Other women had
held their heads high in the face of disappointment and defeat. There
were traditions of the steadfastness of those smiling men and women.
Some day, perhaps, she would have her portrait painted, and she would
be--smiling.
She had no fear now of their glances, as she passed them on the stairs,
as she met them in the upper hall. What she had to bear she must bear
in silence, and bear it like a Bannister.
CHAPTER IX
"T. BRANCH"
I
Dalton felt that Fate had played a shabby trick. He had planned a
graceful exit and the curtain had stuck; he had wanted to run away, and
he could not. Flora was very ill, and it was, of course, out of the
question to desert Oscar.
Madge had been sent for. She was to arrive on the noon train. He had
promised Oscar that he would drive down for her. The house was in a
hubbub. There were two trained nurses, and a half-dozen doctors. The
verdict was unanimous, Flora could not be moved, and an operation was
imperative.
And in the meantime there was the thought of Becky beating at his
heart. With miles between them, the thing would have been easy. Other
interests wo
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