Well, it was over now, and done with. The brief vision of love which had given a new, transcendent significance to the whole of life, had faded swiftly into bleak darkness, its memory marred by that bitterest of all knowledge to a woman--the knowledge that she had been willing to give her love, to make the great surrender, and that it had not been required of her. All that remained was to draw a veil as decently as might be over the forgettable humiliation.
The strain of the last fortnight had left its mark on her. The angles of her face seemed to have become more sharply defined, and her eyes were too brilliant and held a look of restlessness. But her lips closed as firmly as ever, a courageous scarlet line, denying the power of fate to thrust her under.
The Book of Garth--the book of love--was closed, but there were many other volumes in life"s library, and Sara did not propose to go through the probable remaining fifty or sixty years of her existence uselessly bewailing a dead past. She would face life, gamely, whatever it might bring, and as she had already sustained one of the hardest blows ever likely to befall her, she would probably make a success of it.
But, unquestionably, she would be glad to get away from Monkshaven for a time, to have leisure to readjust her outlook on life, free from the ceaseless reminders that the place held for her.
Here in Monkshaven, it seemed as though Garth"s personality informed the very air she breathed. The great cliff where he had his dwelling frowned at her from across the bay whenever she looked out of her window, his name was constantly on the lips of those who made up her little circle of friends, and every day she was haunted by the fear of meeting him.
Or, worse than all else, should that fear materialize, the torment of the almost hostile relationship which had replaced their former friendship had to be endured.
The invitation to join the Durwards in London had come at an opportune moment, offering, as it did, a way of escape from the embarra.s.sments inseparable from the situation. Moreover, amid the distractions and bustle of the great city it would be easier to forget for a little her burden of pain and humiliation. There is so much time for thinking--and for remembering--in the leisurely tranquillity of country life.
Sara would have accepted the invitation without hesitation, but that there seemed to her certain reasons why her absence from Sunnyside just now was inadvisable--reasons based on her loyalty to Doctor d.i.c.k and the trust he had reposed in her.
For the last few weeks she had been perplexed and not a little worried concerning Molly"s apparent accession to comparative wealth. Certain small extravagances in which the latter had recently indulged must have been, Sara knew, beyond the narrow limits of her purse, and inquiry had elicited from Selwyn the fact that she had received no addition to her usual allowance.
Molly herself had light-heartedly evaded all efforts to gain her confidence, and Sara had refrained from putting any direct question, since, after all, she was not the girl"s guardian, and her interference might very well be resented.
She was uneasily conscious that for some reason or other Molly was in a state of tension, alternating between abnormally high spirits and the depths of depression, and the recollection of that unpleasant little episode of her indebtedness to Lester Kent lingered disagreeably in Sara"s mind.
She had seen the man once, in Oldhampton High Street--Molly, at that time still clothed in penitence, had pointed him out to her--and she had received an unpleasing impression of a lean, hatchet face with deep-set, dense-brown eyes, and of a mouth like that of a bird of prey.
She felt reluctant to go away and leave things altogether to chance, and finally, unable to come to any decision, she carried Elisabeth"s letter down to Selwyn"s study and explained the position.
His face clouded over at the prospect of her departure.
"We shall miss you abominably," he declared. "But of course"--ruefully--"I can quite understand Mrs. Durward"s wanting you to go back to them for a time, and I suppose we must resign ourselves to being unselfish. Only you must promise to come back again--you mustn"t desert us altogether."
She laughed.
"You needn"t be afraid of that. I shall turn up again like the proverbial bad penny."
"All the same, make it a promise," he urged.
"I promise, then, you distrustful man! But about Molly?"
"I don"t think you need worry about her." Selwyn laughed a little. "The sudden accession to wealth is accounted for. It seems that she has sold a picture."
"Oh! So that"s the explanation, is it?" Sara felt unaccountably relieved.
"Yes--though goodness knows how she has beguiled any one into buying one of her daubs!"
"Oh, they"re quite good, really, Doctor d.i.c.k. It"s only that Futurist Art doesn"t appeal to you."
"Not exactly! She showed me one of her paintings the other day. It looked like a bad motor-bus accident in a crowded street, and she told me that it represented the physical atmosphere of a woman who had just been jilted."
Sara laughed suddenly and hysterically.
"How--how awfully funny!" she said in an odd, choked voice. Then, fearful of losing her self-command, she added hastily: "I"ll write and tell Elisabeth that I"ll come, then." And fled out of the room.
CHAPTER XIV
ELISABETH INTERVENES
As Sara stepped out of the train at Paddington, the first person upon whom her eyes alighted was Tim Durward. He hastened up to her.
"Tim!" she exclaimed delightedly. "How dear of you to come and meet me!"
"Didn"t you expect I should?" He was holding her hand and joyfully pump-handling it up and down as though he would never let it go, while the glad light in his eyes would indubitably have betrayed him to any pa.s.ser-by who had chanced to glance in his direction.
Sara coloured faintly and withdrew her hands from his eager clasp.
"Oh, well, you might conceivably have had something else to do," she returned evasively.
For an instant the blue eyes clouded.
"I never had anything to do," he said shortly. "You know that."
She laughed up at him.
"Now, Tim, I won"t be growled at the first minute of my arrival. You can pour out your grumbles another day. First now, I want to hear all the news. Remember, I"ve been vegetating in the country since the beginning of March!"
She drew him tactfully away from the old sore subject of his enforced idleness, and, while the car bore them swiftly towards the Durwards"
house on Green Street, she entertained him with a description of the Selwyn trio.
"I should think your "Doctor d.i.c.k" considers himself d.a.m.ned lucky in having got you there--seeing that his house seems all at sixes and sevens," commented Tim rather glumly.
"He does. Oh! I"m quite appreciated, I a.s.sure you."
Tim made no reply, but stared out of the window. The car rounded the corner into Park Lane; in another moment they would reach their destination. Suddenly he turned to her, his face rather strained-looking.
"And--the other man? Have you met him yet--at Monkshaven?"
There was no mistaking his meaning. Sara"s eyes met his unflinchingly.
"If you mean has any one asked me to marry him--no, Tim. No one has done me that honour," she answered lightly.
"Thank G.o.d!" he muttered below his breath.
Sara looked troubled.
"Haven"t you--got over that, yet?" she said, hesitatingly. "I--I hoped you would, Tim."
"I shall never get over it," he a.s.serted doggedly. "And I shall never give you up till you are another man"s wife."
The quiet intensity of his tones sounded strangely in her ears. This was a new Tim, not the boyish Tim of former times, but a man with all a man"s steadfast purpose and determination.