It was the supreme temptation of the great Enchantress; and they fled from it. The violins shrieked out and cried their yearning as they went.
A scud of rain lashed the carriage windows as their train shot out of the Underground at Walham Green. When they stepped out onto the platform at Southfields, the big drops leaped up at them.
"Well, I never," said Winny. "Who"d have thought it would have done that?"
They scuttled into shelter.
"It"ll be a score for Mother. She said it would come, and I said it wouldn"t."
"It"ll ruin your new suit."
"And there won"t be much left of your dress."
"My dress"ll iron out again. It"s me poor hat."
(The Peggy hat was not made for rain.)
"I"ll take it off and pin it up in me skirt. It"s you I"m thinking of."
She felt his coat to see what resistance it would offer to the rain. It offered none. It made no pretense about it.
"It"ll be soaked, and it "ll never be the same again," she wailed.
But Ranny remained G.o.dlike in his calm. There was still one and sixpence of his sovereign left.
"You can keep your hat on. We"re going to take a cab."
If he had said he was going to take an aeroplane she couldn"t have been more amazed. It was only seven minutes" walk to Acacia Avenue. And it was not a common cab, it was Parker"s fly that he was taking.
She surrendered because of the new suit.
"I can count the times I"ve ridden in a cab," she said. "This is the third. First time it was going to Father"s funeral. Second time it was poor Mother"s funeral. I"ve never been happy in a cab till now."
"Poor little girl! Next time it"ll be coming from our wedding. Will you be happy then?"
"I"m so happy now, Ranny, that I can"t believe it."
"It"ll only be six months, or seven at the outside."
"Are you sure?"
"Certain."
The worst of the cab was that it cut short their moments.
It had been standing a whole minute before Johnson"s side door. He sent it away.
For fifteen seconds, measured by hammer strokes of their hearts, they were alone. On the streaming doorstep, under the dripping eaves, he held her. He kissed her sweet face all wet with rain.
"Little Winky--little darling Winky." He pushed back her Peggy hat, and his voice lost itself in her hair.
"They"re coming," she whispered.
There was a sound of footsteps and of a bolt drawn back. Somebody behind the door opened it just wide enough to let Winny through, then shut it on him.
It was intolerable, unthinkable, that she should disappear like that.
Through a foot of s.p.a.ce, in a hair"s breadth of time, she had slipped from him.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
n.o.body had seen them, for at this hour Acacia Avenue was deserted. The long monotonous pattern of it stretched before him, splendidly blurred, rich with lamplight and rain, bordered with streaming stars, striped with watered light and darkness, glowing, from lamp to lamp, with dim reds and purples that the daylight never sees, and with the strange gas-lit green of its tree tufts shivering under the rain.
Otherwise the Avenue was depressing in its desolation. The more so because it was not quite deserted. At the far end of it the lamplight showed a woman"s figure, indistinct and diminished. This figure, visibly unsheltered, moved obliquely as if it were driven by the slanting rain and shrank from its whipping.
He could not tell whether it were approaching or going from him. It seemed somehow to recede, to have got almost to the end of the road, past all the turnings; in which case, he reflected, the poor thing could not be far from her own door.
There was no mistaking his. Among all those monotonous diminutive houses it was distinct because of its lamp-post and its luxuriantly tufted tree. The gas was still turned on in the pa.s.sage, so that above the door the white letters of its name, Granville, could be seen. There was no other light in the windows. Entering, he closed the door noiselessly, locked it, slipped the chain, and turned the gas out in the pa.s.sage. The lamplight from outside came in a turbid dusk through the thick gla.s.s of the front door. A small bead of gas made twilight in the sitting-room at the back.
The house was very still.
His mother had evidently gone to bed; but she had left a fire burning in the sitting-room, and she had set a kettle all ready for boiling on the gas ring, and on the table a cup and saucer, a tin of cocoa, and a plate of bread and cheese.
He turned up the gas, put the tin of cocoa back into its cupboard, and carried the bread and cheese to the larder in the scullery. He tried the back door to make sure that it was locked, and paused for a moment on the mat. He was thinking whether he had better not undress in there by the fire and spread his damp things round the hearth to dry.
And as he stood there at the end of the pa.s.sage he was aware of something odd about the window of the front door. Properly speaking, when the pa.s.sage was dark, the window should have shown clear against the light of the lamp outside, with its broad framework marking upon this transparency the four arms of a cross. Now it showed a darkness, a queer shadowy patch on the pane under the left arm of the cross.
The patch moved sideways to and fro along the lower panes; then suddenly it rose, it shot up and broadened out, darkening half the window, its form indiscernible under the covering cross.
And as it stood still there came a light tapping on the pane. He thought that it was Winny, that she had run after him with some message, or that perhaps somebody else had run to tell him that something was wrong.
He went to the door; and as he went the tapping began again, louder, faster, a nervous, desperate appeal.
He opened the door, and the lamplight showed them to each other.
"Good G.o.d!" He muttered it. "What are you doing here?"
It was his instinct, not his eyes that knew her.
She had not come forward as the door opened; she had swerved and stepped back rather, gripping her skirts tighter round her as she cowered.
Sleeked by the rain, supple, sinuous, and shivering, she cowered like a beaten b.i.t.c.h.
Yet she faced him. Shrinking from him, cowering like a b.i.t.c.h, backing to the edge of the porch where the rain beat her, she faced him for a moment.