Avery smiled. Plainly he was set upon a personal encounter, and she could not avoid it. "Well, frankly, Mr. Evesham," she said, "I was never nearer to striking anyone in my life."
"Then why did you forbear? You weren"t afraid to souse me with cold water."
"Oh no," she said. "I wasn"t afraid."
"I believe you were," maintained Piers. "You"re afraid to speak your mind to me now anyway."
She laughed a little. "No, I"m not. I really can"t explain myself to you.
I think you forget that we are practically strangers."
"You talk as if I had been guilty of familiarity," said Piers.
"No, no! I didn"t mean that," Avery coloured suddenly, and the soft glow made her wonderfully fair to see. "You know quite well I didn"t mean it," she said.
"It"s good of you to say so," said Piers. "But I really didn"t know. I thought you had decided that I was a suitable subject for snubbing. I"m not a bit. I"m so accustomed to it that I don"t care a--" he paused with a glance of quizzical daring, and, as she managed to look severe, amended the sentence--"that I am practically indifferent to it. Mrs. Denys, I wish you had struck me yesterday."
"Really?" said Avery.
"Yes, really. I should then have had the pleasure of forgiving you.
It"s a pleasure I don"t often get. You see, I"m usually the one that"s in the wrong."
She looked at him then with quick interest; she could not help it. But the dark eyes triumphed over her so shamelessly that she veiled it on the instant.
Piers laughed. "Mrs. Denys, may I ask a directly personal question?"
"I don"t know why you should," said Avery.
They were nearing the pillar-box at the end of the Vicarage lane, and she was firmly determined that at that box their ways should separate.
"I know you think I"m bold and bad," said Piers. "Some kind friend has probably told you so. But I"m not. I"ve been brought up badly, that"s all. I think you might bear with me. I"m quite willing to be bullied."
There was actual pathos in the declaration.
Again the fleeting dimple hovered near Avery"s mouth. "Please don"t take my opinion for granted in that way!" she said. "I have hardly had time to form one yet."
"Then I may ask my question?" said Piers.
She turned steady grey eyes upon him. "Yes; you may."
Piers" face was perfectly serious. "Are you really married?" he asked.
The level brows went up a little. "I have been a widow for six years,"
said Avery very quietly.
He stared at her in surprise unfeigned. "Six years!"
She replied in the same quiet voice. "I lost my husband when I was twenty-two."
"Great Heavens above!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Piers. "But you"re not--not--I say, forgive me, I must say it--you can"t be as old as that!"
"I am twenty-nine," said Avery faintly smiling.
They had reached the letter-box. She dropped in her letters one by one.
Piers stood confounded, looking on.
Suddenly he spoke. "And you"ve been doing this mothers"-helping business for six years?"
"Oh no!" she said.
She turned round from the box and faced him. The red winter sunset glowed softly upon her. Her grey eyes looked straight into it.
"No!" she said again. "I had my little girl to take care of for the first six months. You see, she was born blind, soon after her father"s death, and she needed all the care I could give her."
Piers made a sharp movement--a gesture that was almost pa.s.sionate; but he said nothing.
Avery withdrew her eyes from the sunset, and looked at him. "She died,"
she said, "and that left me with nothing to do. I have no near relations. So I just had to set to work to find something to occupy me.
I went into a children"s hospital for training, and spent some years there. Then when that came to an end, I took a holiday; but I found I wanted children. So I cast about me, and finally answered Mr. Lorimer"s advertis.e.m.e.nt and came here." She began to smile. "At least I have plenty of children now."
"Oh, I say!" broke in Piers. "What a perfectly horrible life you"ve had!
You don"t mean to say you"re happy, what?"
Avery laughed. "I"m much too busy to think about it. And now I really must run back. I"ve promised to take charge of the babies this afternoon.
Good-bye!" She held out her hand to him with frank friendliness, as if she divined the sympathy he did not utter.
He gripped it hard for a moment. "Thanks awfully for being so decent as to tell me!" he said, looking back at her with eyes as frank as her own.
"I"m going on down to the home farm. Good-bye!"
He raised his cap, and abruptly strode away. And in the moment of his going Avery found she liked him better than she had liked him throughout the interview, for she knew quite well that he went only in deference to her wish.
She turned to retrace her steps, feeling puzzled. There was something curiously attractive about the young man"s personality, something that appealed to her, yet that she felt disposed to resist. That air of the ancient Roman was wonderfully compelling, too compelling for her taste, but then his boyishness counteracted it to a very great degree. There was a hint of sweetness running through his arrogance against which she was not proof. Audacious he might be, but it was a winning species of audacity that probably no woman could condemn. She thought to herself as she returned to her charges that she had never seen a face so faultlessly patrician and yet so vividly alive. And following that thought came another that dwelt longer in her mind. Deprived of its animation, it would not have been a happy face.
Avery wondered why.
CHAPTER VI
THE RACE
"Hooray! No more horrid sums for a whole month!" Gracie Lorimer"s arithmetic-book soared to the ceiling and came down with a bang while Gracie herself pivoted, not ungracefully, on her toes till sheer giddiness and exhaustion put an end to her rhapsody. Then she staggered to Avery who was darning the family stockings by the window and flung ecstatic arms about her neck.
"Dear Mrs. Denys, aren"t you glad it"s holidays?" she gasped. "We"ll give you such a lovely time!"
"I"m sure you will, dear," said Avery. "But do mind the needle!"
She kissed the brilliant childish face that was pressed to hers. She and Gracie were close friends. Gracie was eleven, and the prettiest madcap of them all. It was a perpetual marvel to Avery that the child managed to be so happy, for she was continually in trouble. But she seemed to possess a cheery knack of throwing off adversity. She was essentially gay of heart.