g time. But when at length the date is
fixed, when you know that that which you dread will happen upon such and
such a day, then the waiting begins all at once to seem intolerable. The
vague date had been awaited calmly, but the certain date is awaited with
a wearing anxiety which tells fearfully on physical strength. When Erica
knew that the action for libel would begin in a fortnight's time, the
comparative calmness of the nine months which had passed since the
outset of the matter gave place to an agony of apprehension. Night after
night she had fearful dreams of being cross-examined by Mr. Cringer,
Q.C., who always forced her to say exactly what she did not mean. Night
after night coldly curious eyes stared down at her from all parts of
a crowded court; while her misery was completed by being perfectly
conscious of what she ought to have said directly it was too late.
By day she was too wise to allow herself to dwell on the future; she
worked doubly hard, laid in a stock of particularly interesting books,
and threw herself as much as possible into the lives of others. Happily,
the Farrants were in town, and she was able to see a great deal of them;
while on the very day before the trial came a substantial little bit of
happiness.
She was sitting in the study doing some copying for her father when a
brougham stopped at the door. Erica, who never failed to recognize a
horse if she had once seen it before, who even had favorites among the
dozens of omnibus horses which she met daily in Oxford Street, at once
knew that either Donovan or Gladys had come to see her.
She ran out into the hall to meet them, but had no sooner opened the
study door than the tiniest of dogs trotted into the room and began
sniffing cautiously at her father's clothes.
"Tottie has made a very unceremonious entrance," said a clear, mellow
voice in the passage. "May we come in, or are you too busy today?"
"Oh, please come in. Father is home, and I do so want you to meet,"
said Erica. "You have brought Dolly, too! That is delightful. We are
dreadfully in want of something young and happy to cheer us up."
The two men shook hands with the momentary keen glance into each other's
eyes which those give who have heard much of one another but have never
been personally acquainted.
"As to Dolly," said Donovan, "she requires no introduction to Mr.
Raeburn."
"No," said Erica, laughing, "she cried all over his coat two years ago."
Dolly did
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