admired her frightful self-possession.
"Can't we get a carriage to ourselves?" he whispered.
"No good; it's a stopping train. After Maidenhead perhaps. Look
natural, Jon."
Jon screwed his features into a scowl. They got in--with two other
beasts!--oh! heaven! He tipped the porter unnaturally, in his
confusion. The brute deserved nothing for putting them in there, and
looking as if he knew all about it into the bargain.
Fleur hid herself behind "The Lady's Mirror." Jon imitated her behind
"The Landsman." The train started. Fleur let "The Lady's Mirror" fall
and leaned forward. "Well?" she said.
"It's seemed about fifteen days."
She nodded, and Jon's face lighted up at once.
"Look natural," murmured Fleur, and went off into a bubble of laughter.
It hurt him. How could he look natural with Italy hanging over him? He
had meant to break it to her gently, but now he blurted it out.
"They want me to go to Italy with Mother for two months."
Fleur drooped her eyelids; turned a little pale, and bit her lips.
"Oh!" she said. It was all, but it was much.
That "Oh!" was like the quick drawback of the wrist in fencing ready
for riposte. It came.
"You must go!"
"Go?" said Jon in a strangled voice.
"Of course."
"But--two months--it's ghastly."
"No," said Fleur, "six weeks. You'll have forgotten me by then. We'll
meet in the National Gallery the day after you get back."
Jon laughed.
"But suppose you've forgotten ME," he muttered into the noise of the
train.
Fleur shook her head.
"Some other beast--" murmured Jon.
Her foot touched his.
"No other beast," she said, lifting the "Lady's Mirror."
The train stopped; two passengers got out, and one got in.
'I shall die,' thought Jon, 'if we're not alone at all.'
The train went on; and again Fleur leaned forward.
"I never let go," she said; "do you?"
Jon shook his head vehemently.
"Never!" he said. "Will you write to me?"
"No; but YOU can--to my club."
She had a Club; she was wonderful!
"Did you pump Holly?" he muttered.
"Yes, but got nothing. I didn't dare pump hard."
"What can it be?" cried Jon.
"I shall find out all right."
A long silence followed till Fleur said: "This is Maidenhead, stand by,
Jon!"
The train stopped. The remaining passenger got out. Fleur drew down her
blind.
"Quick!" she cried. "Hang out! Look as much of a beast as you can."
Jon blew his nose, and scowled; never in all his life had h
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