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all London was so utterly its obverse； as that of this dark； soft…
haired woman； delicate； passive； and tremulous with pleasure at sight
of the only person in the world from whom she felt she might learn of
Miltoun； without losing her self…respect。
He woke at last； and manifesting no discomfiture； said：
〃It was like you not to wake me。〃
They sat for a long while talking； the riverside traffic drowsily
accompanying their voices； the flowers drowsily filling the room with
scent； and when Courtier left； his heart was sore。 She had not
spoken of herself at all； but had talked nearly all the time of
Barbara； praising her beauty and high spirit； growing pale once or
twice； and evidently drinking in with secret avidity every allusion
to Miltoun。 Clearly； her feelings had not changed； though she would
not show them！ Courtier's pity for her became well…nigh violent。
It was in such a mood； mingled with very different feelings； that he
donned evening clothes and set out to attend the last gathering of
the season at Valleys House； a function which； held so late in July；
was perforce almost perfectly political。
Mounting the wide and shining staircase； that had so often baffled
the arithmetic of little Ann； he was reminded of a picture entitled
'The Steps to Heaven' in his nursery four…and…thirty years before。
At the top of this staircase； and surrounded by acquaintances； he
came on Harbinger； who nodded curtly。 The young man's handsome face
and figure appeared to Courtier's jaundiced eye more obviously
successful and complacent than ever； so that he passed him by
sardonically； and manoeuvred his way towards Lady Valleys； whom he
could perceive stationed； like a general； in a little cleared space；
where to and fro flowed constant streams of people； like the rays of
a star。 She was looking her very best； going well with great and
highly…polished spaces； and she greeted Courtier with a special
cordiality of tone； which had in it； besides kindness towards one who
must be feeling a strange bird； a certain diplomatic quality；
compounded of desire； as it were； to 'warn him off；' and fear of
saying something that might irritate and make him more dangerous。
She had heard； she said； that he was bound for Persia； she hoped he
was not going to try and make things more difficult there； then with
the words： 〃So good of you to have come！〃 she became once more the
centre of her battlefield。
Perceiving that he was finished with； Courtier stood back against a
wall and watched。 Thus isolated； he was like a solitary cuckoo
contemplating the gyrations of a flock of rooks。 Their motions
seemed a little meaningless to one so far removed from all the
fetishes and shibboleths of Westminster。 He heard them discussing
Miltoun's speech； the real significance of which apparently had only
just been grasped。 The words 'doctrinaire；' 'extremist；' came to his
ears； together with the saying 'a new force。' People were evidently
puzzled； disturbed； not pleasedas if some star not hitherto
accounted for had suddenly appeared amongst the proper
constellations。
Searching this crowd for Barbara； Courtier had all the time an uneasy
sense of shame。 What business had he to come amongst these people so
strange to him； just for the sake of seeing her！ What business had
he to be hankering after this girl at all； knowing in his heart that
he could not stand the atmosphere she lived in for a week； and that
she was utterly unsuited for any atmosphere that he could give her；
to say nothing of the unlikelihood that he could flutter the pulses
of one half his age！
A voice； behind him said： 〃Mr。 Courtier！〃
He turned； and there was Barbara。
〃I want to talk to you about something serious： Will you come into
the picture gallery？〃
When at last they were close to a family group of Georgian Caradocs；
and could as it were shut out the throng sufficiently for private
speech； she began：
〃Miltoun's so horribly unhappy； I don't know what to do for him： He's
making himself ill！〃
And she suddenly looked up； in Courtier's face。 She seemed to him
very young； and touching； at that moment。 Her eyes had a gleam of
faith in them； like a child's eyes； as if she relied on him to
straighten out this tangle； to tell her not only about Miltoun's
trouble； but about all life； its meaning； and the secret of its
happiness： And he said gently：
〃What can I do？ Mrs。 Noel is in Town。 But that's no good； unless〃
Not knowing how to finish this sentence； he was silent。
〃I wish I were Miltoun；〃 she muttered。
At that quaint saying； Courtier was hard put to it not to take hold
of the hands so close to him。 This flash of rebellion in her had
quickened all his blood。 But she seemed to have seen what had passed
in him； for her next speech was chilly。
〃It's no good； stupid of me to be worrying you。〃
〃It is quite impossible for you to worry me。〃
Her eyes lifted suddenly from her glove； and looked straight into
his。
〃Are you really going to Persia？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But I don't want you to； not yet！〃 and turning suddenly； she left
him。
Strangely disturbed； Courtier remained motionless； consulting the
grave stare of the group of Georgian Caradocs。
A voice said：
〃Good painting； isn't it？〃
Behind him was Lord Harbinger。 And once more the memory of Lady
Casterley's words； the memory of the two figures with joined hands on
the balcony above the election crowd； all his latent jealousy of this
handsome young Colossus； his animus against one whom he could； as it
were； smell out to be always fighting on the winning side； all his
consciousness too of what a lost cause his own was； his doubt whether
he were honourable to look on it as a cause at all； flared up in
Courtier； so that his answer was a stare。 On Harbinger's face； too；
there had come a look of stubborn violence slowly working up towards
the surface。
〃I said： 'Good； isn't it？' Mr。 Courtier。〃
〃I heard you。〃
〃And you were pleased to answer？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃With the civility which might be expected of your habits。〃
Coldly disdainful； Courtier answered：
〃If you want to say that sort of thing； please choose a place where I
can reply to you；〃 and turned abruptly on his heel。
But he ground his teeth as he made his way out into the street。
In Hyde Park the grass was parched and dewless under a sky whose
stars were veiled by the heat and dust haze。 Never had Courtier so
bitterly wanted the sky's consolationthe blessed sense of
insignificance in the face of the night's dark beauty； which；
dwarfing all petty rage and hunger； made men part of its majesty；
exalted them to a sense of greatness。
CHAPTER VII
It was past four o'clock the following day when Barbara issued from
Valleys House on foot； clad in a pale buff frock； chosen for
quietness； she attracted every eye。 Very soon entering a taxi…cab；
she drove to the Temple； stopped at the Strand entrance； and walked
down the little narrow lane into the heart of the Law。 Its votaries
were hurrying back from the Courts； streaming up from their Chambers
for tea； or escaping desperately to Lord's or the Parkyoung
votaries； unbound as yet by the fas