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were the end？ What if he had chosen this as the most merciful way of
leaving her？ But surely he would never be so cruel！ Close on the
heels of this too painful thought came reaction； and she told herself
that she was a fool。 He was at the House； something quite ordinary
was keeping him。 It was absurd to be anxious！ She would have to get
used to this now。 To be a drag on him would be dreadful。 Sooner
than that she would ratheryesrather he never came back！ And she
took up her book； determined to read quietly till he came。 But the
moment she sat down her fears returned with redoubled force…the cold
sickly horrible feeling of uncertainty； of the knowledge that she
could do nothing but wait till she was relieved by something over
which she had no control。 And in the superstition that to stay there
in the window where she could see him come； was keeping him from her；
she went into her bedroom。 From there she could watch the sunset
clouds wine…dark over the river。 A little talking wind shivered
along the houses； the dusk began creeping in。 She would not turn on
the light； unwilling to admit that it was really getting late； but
began to change her dress； lingering desperately over every little
detail of her toilette； deriving therefrom a faint； mysterious
comfort； trying to make herself feel beautiful。 From sheer dread of
going back before he came； she let her hair fall； though it was quite
smooth and tidy； and began brushing it。 Suddenly she thought with
horror of her efforts at adornmentby specially preparing for him；
she must seem presumptuous to Fate。 At any little sound she stopped
and stood listeningsave for her hair and eyes； as white from head
to foot as a double narcissus flower in the dusk； bending towards
some faint tune played to it somewhere oft in the fields。 But all
those little sounds ceased； one after anotherthey had meant
nothing； and each time； her spirit returningwithin the pale walls
of the room； began once more to inhabit her lingering fingers。
During that hour in her bedroom she lived through years。 It was dark
when she left it。
CHAPTER XVI
When Miltoun at last came it was past nine o'clock。
Silent； but quivering all over； she clung to him in the hall； and
this passion of emotion； without sound to give it substance； affected
him profoundly。 How terribly sensitive and tender she was！ She
seemed to have no armour。 But though so stirred by her emotion； he
was none the less exasperated。 She incarnated at that moment the
life to which he must now resign himselfa life of unending
tenderness； consideration； and passivity。
For a long time he could not bring himself to speak of his decision。
Every look of her eyes； every movement of her body； seemed pleading
with him to keep silence。 But in Miltoun's character there was an
element of rigidity； which never suffered him to diverge from an
objective once determined。
When he had finished telling her； she only said：
〃Why can't we go on in secret？〃
And he felt with a sort of horror that he must begin his struggle
over again。 He got up； and threw open the window。 The sky was dark
above the river； the wind had risen。 That restless murmuration； and
the width of the night with its scattered stars； seemed to come
rushing at his face。 He withdrew from it； and leaning on the sill
looked down at her。 What flower…like delicacy she had！ There
flashed across him the memory of a drooping blossom； which； in the
Spring； he had seen her throw into the flames； with the words： 〃I
can't bear flowers to fade； I always want to burn them。〃 He could
see again those waxen petals yield to the fierce clutch of the little
red creeping sparks； and the slender stalk quivering； and glowing；
and writhing to blackness like a live thing。 And； distraught； he
began：
〃I can't live a lie。 What right have I to lead； if I can't follow？
I'm not like our friend Courtier who believes in Liberty。 I never
have； I never shall。 Liberty？ What is Liberty？ But only those who
conform to authority have the right to wield authority。 A man is a
churl who enforces laws； when he himself has not the strength to
observe them。 I will not be one of whom it can be said： 'He can rule
others； himself！〃
〃No one will know。〃
Miltoun turned away。
〃I shall know；〃 he said； but he saw clearly that she did not
understand him。 Her face had a strange； brooding； shut…away look； as
though he had frightened her。 And the thought that she could not
understand； angered him。
He said； stubbornly： 〃No； I can't remain in public life。〃
〃But what has it to do with politics？ It's such a little thing。〃
〃If it had been a little thing to me； should I have left you at
Monkland； and spent those five weeks in purgatory before my illness？
A little thing！〃
She exclaimed with sudden fire：
〃Circumstances aye the little thing； it's love that's the great
thing。〃
Miltoun stared at her； for the first time understanding that she had
a philosophy as deep and stubborn as his own。 But he answered
cruelly：
〃Well！ the great thing has conquered me！〃
And then he saw her looking at him； as if； seeing into the recesses
of his soul； she had made some ghastly discovery。 The look was so
mournful； so uncannily intent that he turned away from it。
〃Perhaps it is a little thing；〃 he muttered； 〃I don't know。 I can't
see my way。 I've lost my bearings； I must find them again before I
can do anything。〃
But as if she had not heard； or not taken in the sense of his words；
she said again：
〃Oh！ don't let us alter anything； I won't ever want what you can't
give。〃
And this stubbornness； when he was doing the very thing that would
give him to her utterly； seemed to him unreasonable。
〃I've had it out with myself；〃 he said。 〃Don't let's talk about it
any more。〃
Again； with a sort of dry anguish； she murmured：
〃No； no！ Let us go on as we are！〃
Feeling that he had borne all he could； Miltoun put his hands on her
shoulders； and said： 〃That's enough！〃
Then； in sudden remorse； he lifted her； and clasped her to him。
But she stood inert in his arms； her eyes closed； not returning his
kisses。
CHAPTER XVII
On the last day before Parliament rose； Lord Valleys； with a light
heart； mounted his horse for a gallop in the Row。 Though she was a
blood mare he rode her with a plain snaffle； having the horsemanship
of one who has hunted from the age of seven； and been for twenty
years a Colonel of Yeomanry。 Greeting affably everyone he knew； he
maintained a frank demeanour on all subjects； especially of
Government policy； secretly enjoying the surmises and
prognostications； so pleasantly wide of the mark； and the way
questions and hints perished before his sphinx…like candour。 He
spoke cheerily too of Miltoun； who was 'all right again；' and
'burning for the fray' when the House met again in the autumn。 And
he chaffed Lord Malvezin about his wife。 If anythinghe saidcould
make Bertie take an interest in politics； it would be she。 He had
two capital gallops； being well known to the police： The day was
bright； and he was sorry to turn home。 Falling in with Harbinger； he
asked him t