He was looking amazingly well. The fact of being of some use in the world had acted upon him like a tonic, and there was no misinterpreting the glance of complete and happy understanding that pa.s.sed between him and his wife.
Glad as she was to see it, it served to remind Sara painfully of all that she had missed, to stir anew the aching longing for Garth Trent, which, though struggled against, and beaten down, and sometimes temporarily crowded out by the thousand claims of each day"s labour, had been with her all through the long months of her absence from Monkshaven.
It was this which had worn her so fine, not the hard physical work that she had been doing. Always slender, and built on racing lines, there was something almost ethereal about her now, and her sombre eyes looked nearly double their size in her small face of which the contour was so painfully distinct. Yet she was as vivid and alive as ever; she seemed to diffuse, as it were, a kind of spiritual brilliance.
"She makes one think of a flame," Audrey told her husband when they were alone once more. "There is something so _vital_ about her, in spite of that curiously frail look she has."
Miles nodded.
"She"s burning herself out," he said briefly.
Audrey looked startled.
"What do you mean, Miles?"
"Good Heavens! I should think it"s self-evident. She"s exactly as much in love with Trent as she was a year ago, and she"s fighting against it every hour of her life. And the strain"s breaking her."
"Can"t we do something to help?" Audrey put her question with a helpless consciousness of its futility.
Herrick"s eyes kindled.
"Nothing," he answered with quiet decision. "Every one must work out his own salvation--if it"s to be a salvation worth having."
Herrick had delved to the root of the matter when he had declared that Sara was exactly as much in love as she had been a year ago.
She had realized this for herself, and it had converted life into an endless conflict between her love for Garth and her shamed sense of his unworthiness. And now, her return to Monkshaven, to its familiar, memory-haunted scenes, had quickened the struggle into new vitality.
With the broadened outlook born of her recent experiences, she began to ask herself whether a man need be condemned, utterly and for ever, for a momentary loss of nerve--even Elisabeth had admitted that it was probably no more than that! And then, conversely, her fierce detestation of that particular form of weakness, inculcated in her from her childhood by Patrick Lovell, would spring up protestingly, and she would shrink with loathing from the thought that she had given her love to a man who had been convicted of that very thing.
Nor was the att.i.tude he had a.s.sumed in regard to the war calculated to placate her. She had learned from Molly that he had abstained from taking up any form of war-work whatsoever. He appeared to be utterly indifferent to the need of the moment, and the whole of Monkshaven buzzed with patriotic disapprobation of his conduct. There were few idle hands there now. A big munitions factory had been established at Oldhampton, and its demands, added to the necessities of the hospital, left no loophole of excuse for slackers.
Sara reflected bitterly that the sole courage of which Garth seemed possessed was a kind of cold, moral courage--brazen-facedness, the townspeople termed it--which enabled him to refuse doggedly to be driven out of Monkshaven, even though the whole weight of public opinion was dead against him.
And then the recollection of that day on Devil"s Hood Island, when he had deliberately risked his life to save her reputation, would return to her with overwhelming force--mocking the verdict of the court-martial, repudiating the condemnation which had made her thrust him out of her life.
So the pendulum swung, this way and that, lacerating her heart each time it swept forward or back. But the blind agony of her recoil, when she had first learned the story of that tragic happening on the Indian frontier, was pa.s.sed.
Then, overmastered by the horror of the thing, she had flung violently away from Garth, feeling herself soiled and dishonoured by the mere fact of her love for him, too revolted to contemplate anything other than the severance of the tie between them as swiftly as possible.
Now, with the widened sympathies and understanding which the past year of intimacy with human nature at its strongest, and at its weakest, had brought her, new thoughts and new possibilities were awaking within her.
The furnace--that fiercely burning furnace of life at its intensest--had done its work.
CHAPTER x.x.xII
ON CRABTREE MOOR
"Tim is wounded, and has been recommended for the Military Cross."
Sara made the double announcement quite calmly. The two things so often went together--it was the grey and gold warp and waft of war with which people had long since grown pathetically familiar.
"How splendid!" Molly enthused with sparkling eyes, adding quickly, "I hope he"s not very badly wounded?"
"Elisabeth doesn"t give any particulars in her letter. I can"t understand her," Sara continued, her brows contracting in a puzzled fashion. "She seems so calm about it. She has always hated the idea of Tim"s soldiering, yet now, although she"s lost her husband and her son is wounded, she"s taking it finely."
Selwyn looked up from filling his pipe.
"She"s answering to the call--like every one else," he observed quietly.
"No." Sara shook her head. "I don"t feel as though it were that. It"s something more individual. Perhaps"--thoughtfully--"it"s pride of a kind. The sort of impression I have is that she"s so proud--so proud of Geoffrey"s fine death, and of Tim"s winning the Military Cross, that it has compensated in some way."
"The war"s full of surprises," remarked Molly reflectively. "I never was so astonished in my life as when I found that Lester Kent"s wife believed him to be a model of all the virtues! I wrote and told you--didn"t I, Sara?--that he was sent to Oldhampton Hospital? He got smashed up, driving a motor ambulance, you know."
"Yes, you wrote and said that he died in hospital."
"Well, his wife came to see him, with her little boy. She was the sweetest thing, and so plucky. "My dear," she said to me, after it was all over, "I hope you"ll find a husband as dear and good. He was so loyal and true--and now that he"s gone, I shall always have that to remember!"" Molly"s eyes had grown very big and bright. "Oh! Sara," she went on, catching her breath a little, "supposing you hadn"t brought me home--that night, she would have had no beautiful memory to help her now."
"And yet the memory is an utterly false one--though I suppose it will help her just the same! It"s knowing the truth that hurts, sometimes."
And Sara"s lips twisted a little. "What a droll world it is--of shame and truth all mixed up--the ugly and the beautiful all lumped together!"
"And just now," put in Selwyn quietly, "it"s so full of beauty."
"Beauty?" exclaimed both girls blankly.
Selwyn nodded, his eyes luminous.
"Isn"t heroism beautiful--and self-sacrifice?" he said. "And this war"s full of it. Sometimes, when I read the newspapers, I think G.o.d Himself must be surprised at the splendid things the men He made have done."
Sara turned away, swept by the recollection of one man she knew who had nothing splendid, nothing glorious, to his credit. Almost invariably, any discussion of the war ended by hurting her horribly.
"I"ll take that basket of flowers across to the "Convalescent" now, I think," she said, rising abruptly from her seat by the fire.
Selwyn nodded, mentally anathematizing himself for having driven her thoughts inward, and Molly, who had developed amazingly of late, tactfully refrained from offering to accompany her.
The Convalescent Hospital, situated on the crest of a hill above the town, was a huge mansion which had been originally built by a millionaire named Rattray, who, coming afterwards to financial grief, had found himself too poor to live in it when it was completed. It had been frankly impossible as a dwelling for any one less richly dowered with this world"s goods, and, in consequence, when the place was thrown on the market, no purchaser would be found for it--since Monkshaven offered no attraction to millionaires in general.
Since then it had been known as Rattray"s Folly, and it was not until Audrey cast covetous eyes upon it for her convalescent soldiers that the "Folly" had served any purpose other than that of a warning to people not to purchase boots too big for them.
A short cut from Sunnyside to the hospital lay through Crabtree Moor, and as Sara took her way across the rough strip of moorland, dotted with clumps of gorse and heather, her thoughts flew back to that day when she and Garth had encountered Black Brady there, and to the ridiculous quarrel which had ensued in consequence of Garth"s refusal to condone the man"s offence. For days they had not spoken to each other.
Looking backward, how utterly insignificant seemed that petty disagreement now! Had she but known the bitter separation that must come, she would have let no trifling difference, such as this had been, rob her of a single precious moment of their friendship.
She wondered if she and Garth would ever meet again. She had been back in Monkshaven for some weeks now, but he had studiously avoided meeting her, shutting himself up within the solitude of Far End.
And then, with her thoughts still centred round the man she loved, she lifted her eyes and saw him standing quite close to her. He was leaning against a gate which gave egress from the moor into an adjacent pasture field towards which her steps were bent. His arms, loosely folded, rested upon the top of the gate, and he was looking away from her towards the distant vista of sea and cliff. Evidently he had not heard her light footsteps on the springy turf, for he made no movement, but remained absorbed in his thoughts, unconscious of her presence.
Sara halted as though transfixed. For an instant the whole world seemed to rock, and a black mist rose up in front of her, blotting out that solitary figure at the gateway. Her heart beat in great, suffocating throbs, and her throat ached unbearably, as if a hand had closed upon it and were gripping it so tightly that she could not breathe. Then her senses steadied, and her gaze leapt to the face outlined in profile against the cold background of the winter sky.