She flushed sensitively.
"I thought you did not care about it," she stammered. "I thought perhaps you did not want to take me out any more--that there were other things you would rather do. Oh, I don"t want to take up all your time."
He answered flintily:
"There is nothing else I would rather do. What time may I call?"
"I promised to go shopping with Aunt Madge in the morning, but after lunch---" She looked at him hesitatingly.
"I will call at half-past two." he said. "Good-bye, Mrs. Lawless."
He raised his hat and drove away without a backward look, and Marie went slowly into the house.
Miss Chester was in the drawing-room, patiently knitting as usual.
She looked up with an anxious little smile as the girl entered.
As a rule Marie"s first question was, "Any letters for me?" but to-day she did not ask. She looked a little flushed and preoccupied, and answered absently when Miss Chester spoke to her.
"Did you have a nice run, dear?"
"Lovely. I think the New Forest is the most beautiful place I have ever seen."
There was a little silence only broken by the click of the old lady"s knitting needles, then she said quietly:
"I have had a letter from Chris. He is on his way home."
Marie did not answer--her lips had fallen a little apart incredulously.
"He is staying a few days at Windermere with some friends," Miss Chester went on. "But he is on his way home, and will be here in a few days."
She looked up at her niece.
"I thought you would be so pleased," she said rather piteously.
"So I am, dear, of course! But--well, he has been coming home several times before, hasn"t he? And we"ve always been disappointed."
She went upstairs to her room. Chris was coming home! She looked at herself in the gla.s.s and wondered why there was no radiance in her eyes. A week ago she had been nearly wild with delight at the thought of seeing him, but this time somehow it was different.
"I"ve been disappointed so often, that is it," she thought. "I am not going to think about it at all."
But she could think of nothing else. Would he have changed? What would he be like? Had she got to go back to the old weariness and jealousy when once again she saw him every day? Lately she seemed to have freed herself a little from the shackles of pain and she dreaded feeling their merciless grip upon her afresh.
"Perhaps he won"t come," was her last thought, as she fell asleep that night, and for the first time since her marriage she felt that in a way it would be a relief if something happened again to postpone his return.
CHAPTER XV
"I sat with Love upon a woodside well.
Leaning across the water, I and he; Nor ever did he speak, or look at me, But touched his lute wherein was audible, The certain secret thing he had to tell."
FEATHERS walked around the following afternoon. "I"ve left the car to be tuned up," he explained as he and Marie shook hands. "And I"ve got a brilliant idea for to-morrow!" He looked round the room.
"Where is Miss Chester?"
"Lying down. The sun this morning gave her a headache."
"Well, do you care to go on the river to-morrow?"
Marie"s eyes sparkled.
"Oh, I should love it! In a punt?"
"We can have a punt, if you like; I"ll wire to-day for it, and we can drive down and take our lunch. Do you know the river?"
She laughed.
"I"ve seen it at London Bridge and once at Putney--that"s all."
"You"ve never seen Wargrave?"
"No."
"Good! We"ll go there---" Feathers hesitated. "Do you think your aunt would care to come?" He tried to put enthusiasm into the question, but not very successfully. Marie shook her head.
"I am sure she would not. She does not like the river, and she is horribly afraid of small boats. She thinks they are bound to upset."
"They are all right if you know how to manage them. It"s all fixed up, then? I"ll order the lunch---"
She interrupted quickly: "Oh, I can do that; you don"t want to have all the bother."
"It"s no bother to me; I was always chief cook and bottle washer when Chris and I camped out together. As a matter of fact, lunch is ordered already."
"You were so sure I would come?"
"I hoped you would."
She gave a little sigh of eager antic.i.p.ation.
"Oh, I should love it."
"Let"s hope it will keep fine." Feathers glanced towards the window. "It looks promising. Wear something that won"t spoil--the river ruins good clothes."
He took up his hat.
"Oh, won"t you stay to tea?" Marie asked disappointedly. "It will be here in a moment."