"Yes, I miss him very much."
"No doubt he"ll be coming down to see the lamb."
"Oh yes; he"ll want to see the lamb."
"And you"re sure you don"t mind me and Kimber going out, miss?"
"Not a bit. I like you to go."
"It"s a wonder to me," said Mrs. Kimber, "as you"re not afraid to be left alone in this "ere house. But Kimber says, Miss Anne, she isn"t afraid of nothing. And I don"t suppose you are, what with going out to the war and all."
"There"s not much to be afraid of here."
"That there isn"t. Not unless "tis people"s nasty tongues."
"_They_ don"t frighten me, Mrs. Kimber."
"No, miss. I should think not indeed. And no reason why they should."
And Mrs. Kimber left her.
A sound of pails clanking came from the yard. That was Minchin, the cow man, going from the dairy to the cow sheds. Milking time, then. It must be half past four.
Five o"clock, the slamming of the front door, the click of the gate, and the Kimbers" voices in the road below as they went towards Wyck.
Anne was alone.
Only half an hour and Jerrold would be with her. The beating of her heart was her measure of time now. What would have happened before he had gone again? She didn"t know. She didn"t try to know. It was enough that she knew herself, and Jerrold; that she hadn"t humbugged herself or him, pretending that their pa.s.sion was anything but what it was. She saw it clearly in its reality. They couldn"t go on as they were. In the end something must happen. They were being drawn to each other, irresistibly, inevitably, nearer and nearer, and Anne knew that a moment would come when she would give herself to him. But that it would come today or to-morrow or at any fore-appointed time she did not know. It would come, if it came at all, when she was not looking for it. She had no purpose in her, no will to make it come.
She couldn"t think. It was no use trying to. The thumping of her heart beat down her thoughts. Her brain swam in a warm darkness. Every now and then names drifted to her out of the darkness: Colin--Eliot--Maisie.
Maisie. Only a name, a sound that haunted her always, like a vague, sweet perfume from an unknown place. But it forced her to think.
What about Maisie? It would have been awful to take Jerrold away from Maisie, if she cared for him. But she wasn"t taking him away. She couldn"t take away what Maisie had never had. And Maisie didn"t care for Jerrold; and if she didn"t care she had no right to keep him. She had nothing but her legal claim.
Besides, what was done was done. The sin against Maisie had been committed already in Jerrold"s heart when it turned from her. Whatever happened, or didn"t happen, afterwards, nothing could undo that. And Maisie wouldn"t suffer. She wouldn"t know. Her thoughts went out again on the dark flood. She couldn"t think any more.
Half past five.
She started up at the click of the gate. That was Jerrold.
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He came to her quickly and took her in his arms. And her brain was swamped again with the warm, heavy darkness. She could feel nothing but her pulses beating, beating against his, and the quick droning of the blood in her ears. Her head was bent to his breast; he stooped and kissed the nape of her neck, lightly, brushing the smooth, sweet, roseleaf skin. They stood together, pressed close, closer, to each other. He clasped his hands at the back of her head and drew it to him.
She leaned it hard against the clasping hands, tilting it so that she saw his face, before it stooped again, closing down on hers.
Their arms slackened; they came apart, drawing their hands slowly, reluctantly, down from each other"s shoulders.
They sat down, she on her couch and he in Colin"s chair.
"Is Colin coming?" she said.
"No, he isn"t."
"Well--the lamb"s better."
"I never told him about the lamb. I didn"t want him to come."
"Is he all right?"
"I left him playing."
The darkness had gone from her brain and the tumult from her senses. She felt nothing but her heart straining towards him in an immense tenderness that was half pity.
"Are you thinking about Colin?" he said.
"No. I"m not thinking about anything but you... _Now_ you know why I was happy looking after Colin. Why I was happy working on the land. Because he was your brother. Because it was your land. Because there wasn"t anything else I could do for you."
"And I"ve done nothing for you. I"ve only hurt you horribly. I"ve brought you nothing but trouble and danger."
"I don"t care."
"No, but think. Anne darling, this is going to be a very risky business.
Are you sure you can go through with it? Are you sure you"re not afraid?"
"I"ve never been much afraid of anything."
"I ought to be afraid for you."
"Don"t. Don"t be afraid. The more dangerous it is the better I shall like it."
"I don"t know. It was bad enough in all conscience for you and Colin.
It"ll be worse for us if we"re found out. Of course we shan"t be found out, but there"s always a risk. And it would be worse for you than for me, Anne."
"I don"t care. I want it to be. Besides, it won"t. It"ll be far worse for you because of Maisie. That"s the only thing that makes it wrong."
"Don"t think about that, darling."
"I don"t. If it"s wrong, it"s wrong. I don"t care how wrong it is if it makes you happy. And if G.o.d"s going to punish either of us I hope it"ll be me."
"G.o.d? The G.o.d doesn"t exist who could punish _you_."
"I don"t care if he does punish me so long as you"re let off."
She came over to him and slid to the floor and crouched beside him and laid her head against his knees. She clasped his knees tight with her arms.
"I don"t want you to be hurt," she said. "I can"t bear you to be hurt.
But what can I do?"