"Oh yes, I shall save it. It can suck all right. You might tell Colin about it. He looks after the sick lambs."
She got up and stood looking down at the lamb tucked in its blanket, while Jerrold looked at her. When she looked down Anne"s face was divinely tender, as if all the love in the world was in her heart. He loved to agony that tender, downward-looking face.
She raised her eyes and saw his fixed on her, heavy and wounded, and his face strained and drawn with pain. And again she was frightened.
"Jerrold, you _are_ ill. What is it?"
"Don"t. They"ll hear us." He glanced at the open door.
"They can"t. He"s in church and she"s upstairs in the bedrooms."
"Can"t you leave that animal and come somewhere where we can talk?"
"Come, then."
He followed her out through the hall and into the small, oak-panelled dining-room. They sat down there in chairs that faced each other on either side of the fireplace.
"What is it?" she repeated. "Have you got a pain?"
"A beastly pain."
"How long have you had it?"
"Ever since you went away. I lied when I told you it was Colin. It isn"t."
"What is it, then? Tell me. Tell me."
"It"s not seeing you. It"s this insane life we"re leading. It"s making me ill. You don"t know what it"s been like. And I can"t keep my promise.
I--I love you too d.a.m.nably."
"Oh, Jerrold--does it hurt as much as that?"
"You know how it hurts."
"I don"t want you to be hurt----But--darling--if you care for me like that how could you marry Maisie?"
"Because I cared for you. Because I was so mad about you that nothing mattered. I thought I might as well marry her as not."
"But if you didn"t care for her?"
"I did. I do, in a way. Maisie"s awfully sweet. Besides, it wasn"t that.
You see, I was going out to France, and I thought I was bound to be killed. n.o.body could go on having the luck I"d had. I wanted to be killed."
"So you were sure it would happen. You always thought things would happen if you wanted them."
"I was absolutely sure. I was never more sold in my life than when it didn"t. Even then I thought it would be all right till Eliot told me.
Then I knew that if I hadn"t been in such a d.a.m.ned hurry I might have married you."
"Poor Maisie."
"Poor Maisie. But she doesn"t know. And if she did I don"t think she"d mind much. I married her because I thought she cared about me--and because I thought I"d be killed before I could come back to her--But she doesn"t care a d.a.m.n. So you needn"t bother about Maisie. And you won"t go away again?"
"I won"t go away as long as you want me."
"That"s all right then."
He looked at his watch.
"I must be off. They"ll be coming out of church. I don"t want them to see me here now because I"m coming back in the evening. We shall have to be awfully careful how we see each other. I say--I _may_ come this evening, mayn"t I?"
"Yes."
"Same time as last Sunday? You"ll be alone then?"
"Yes." Her voice sounded as if it didn"t belong to her. As if some other person stronger than she, were answering for her.
When he had gone she called after him.
"Don"t forget to tell Colin about the lamb."
She went upstairs and slipped off her farm clothes and put on the brown-silk frock she had worn when he last came to her. She looked in the gla.s.s and was glad that she was beautiful.
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She began to count the minutes and the hours till Jerrold came. Dinner time pa.s.sed.
All afternoon she was restless and excited. She wandered from room to room, as if she were looking for something she couldn"t find. She went to and fro between the dining-room and kitchen to see how the lamb was getting on. Wrapped in its blanket, it lay asleep after its meal of milk. Its body was warm to the touch and under its soft ribs she could feel the beating of its heart. It would live.
Two o"clock. She took up the novel she had been reading before Jerrold had come and tried to get back into it. Ten minutes pa.s.sed. She had read through three pages without taking in a word. Her mind went back and back to Jerrold, to the morning of today, to the evening of last Sunday, going over and over the things they had said to each other; seeing Jerrold again, with every movement, every gesture, the sudden shining and darkening of his eyes, and his tense drawn look of pain. How she must have hurt him!
It was his looking at her like that, as if she had hurt him--Anne never could hold out against other people"s unhappiness.
Half past two.
She kicked off her shoes, put on her thick boots and her coat, and walked two miles up the road towards Medlicote, for no reason but that she couldn"t sit still. It was not four o"clock when she got back. She went into the kitchen and looked at the lamb again.
She thought: Supposing Colin comes down to see it when Jerrold"s here?
But he wouldn"t come. Jerrold would take care of that. Or supposing the Kimbers stayed in? They wouldn"t. They never did. And if they did, why not? Why shouldn"t Jerrold come to see her?
Four o"clock struck. She had the fire lit in the big upstairs sitting-room. Tea was brought to her there. Mrs. Kimber glanced at her where she lay back on the couch, her hands hanging loose in her lap.
"You"re tired after all your week"s work, miss?"
"A little."
"And I dare say you miss Mr. Colin?"