"Yes, I know," said Green. "But--I imagine you are not attracted by plumes. In fact, you have just told me so. Proof positive of your royalty! It is only crowned heads that can afford to despise them nowadays."
"Mine isn"t a crowned head," protested Juliet.
He looked at her searchingly. "Have you never been to Court?"
She snapped her fingers airily. "Of course! Dozens of times! Poor companions always go to Court. How often do you go!"
"As often as you admit me to your most gracious presence," he said.
She clapped her hands softly. "Why, that is even prettier than the stale fish one! Mr. Green, what can have happened to you?"
"I daren"t tell you," he said.
A sudden silence fell upon the words. Juliet puffed the smoke from her cigarette, and watched it rise. "Well, don"t spoil it, will you?" she said, as it vanished into air.
Green"s hand suddenly gripped a handful of shingle and ground it forcibly. He did not speak for a second or two. Then: "No, I won"t spoil it," he said, in a low voice.
A moment later he flung the stones abruptly from him and got up.
"You"re not going?" said Juliet.
"Yes, I"ve got work to do. Shall I take Robin with me?"
There was a dogged note in his voice. His eyes avoided hers.
Juliet rose slowly. "Never mind Robin! Walk a little way with me!" she said.
"I think I"d better go," said Green restlessly.
"Please!" said Juliet gently.
He turned beside her without a word. They went down the shingle to the edge of the sand and began to walk along the sh.o.r.e.
For many seconds they walked in silence. Juliet"s eyes were fixed upon the mighty outline of High Shale Point that stood out like a fortress, dark, impregnable, against the calm of the evening sky. Her companion sauntered beside her, his hands behind him. He had thrown away his cigarette.
She spoke at length, slowly, with evident effort. "I want to tell you--something--about myself."
"Something I really don"t know?" asked Green, his dark face flashing to a smile.
There was no answering smile on Juliet"s face. "Yes, something you don"t know," she said soberly. "It"s just this. I have much more in common with Mrs. Fielding than you have any idea of. I have lived for pleasure practically all my life. I have scrambled for happiness with the rest of the world, and I haven"t found it. It"s only just lately that I"ve realized why. I read a book called The Valley of Dry Bones. Do you know it? But of course you do. It is by Dene Strange. I hate the man--if it is a man. And I hate his work--the bitter cynicism of it, the merciless exposure of humanity at its lowest and meanest. I don"t know what his ideals are--if he has any. I think he is probably very wicked, but detestably--oh, d.a.m.nably--clever. I burnt the book I hated it so. But I felt--afterwards--as if I had been burnt, seared by hot irons--ashamed--most cruelly ashamed." Juliet"s voice sank almost to a whisper. "Because--life really is like that--one vast structure of selfishness--and in many ways I have helped to make it so."
She stopped. Green was looking at her attentively. He spoke at once with decision. "I know the book. I"ve read it. It"s an exaggeration--probably intentional. It wasn"t written--obviously--for the super-sensitive."
"Wasn"t it?" Juliet"s lips were quivering. "Well, it"s been a positive nightmare to me. I haven"t got over it yet."
"That"s curious," he said. "I shouldn"t have thought it could have touched you anywhere."
"That is because you have a totally wrong impression of me," she said.
"That is what I am trying to put right. I am the sort of person that horrible book applies to, and I"ve fallen out with myself very badly in consequence, Mr. Green. I haven"t told anyone but you, but--somehow--I feel as if you ought to know."
"Thank you," said Green. "But why?"
She met his eyes very steadily. "Because I"m trying to play the game now, and--I don"t want you to have any illusions."
"You don"t want me to make a fool of myself," he said. "Is that it?"
She coloured very vividly, but she did not avoid his look. "I don"t think there is much danger of that, is there?" she said.
He stood still suddenly and faced her. His eyes burned with an amazing brightness. "I don"t know," he said, speaking emphatically and very rapidly. "It depends of course upon the point of view. But I"ll tell you this. I"d give all I"ve got--and all I"m ever likely to get--to prevent you going to Shale Court as a companion."
"Oh, but aren"t you unreasonable?" Juliet said.
"No, I"m not." He made a vigorous gesture of repudiation. "Presumptuous perhaps--but not unreasonable. I know too much of what goes on there.
Miss Moore, I beseech you--think again! Don"t go!"
She looked at him in perplexity. "But it wouldn"t be fair to draw back now," she objected. "Besides--"
"Besides," he broke in almost fiercely, "you"ve got your living to make like the rest of us. Yes, I know--I know! You regard this as a Heaven-sent opportunity. It isn"t. It"s quite the reverse. If you were unhappy in London, you"ll be a thousand times more so there. And--and I shan"t be able to help you--shan"t get anywhere near you there."
"It"s very kind of you," began Juliet.
He cut her short again. "No, it isn"t kind. You"re the only woman of your station I have ever met who has deigned to treat me as an equal.
It--it"s a bit rash on your part, you know." He smiled at her abruptly, and something sent a queer sensation through her--a curious feeling of familiarity that held and yet eluded her. "And--as you see--I"m taking full advantage of it. I hope you won"t think me an awful cad after this.
I can"t help it if you do. Miss Moore, forgive my asking,--are you really obliged to work for your living? Can"t you--can"t you wait a little?"
Juliet was looking at him with wonder in her soft eyes. His sudden vehemence was rather bewildering.
"I don"t quite know," she said vaguely. "But I rather want to do something, you know."
"Oh, I know--I know," he said. "But you"re not obliged to do this.
Something else is bound to turn up. Or if it doesn"t--if it doesn"t--" He ground his heel deep into the yielding sand, and ended in a husky undertone. "My G.o.d! What wouldn"t I give for the privilege of working for you?"
The words were uttered and beyond recall. He looked her straight in the face as he spoke them, but an instant later he turned and stared out over the wide, calm sea in a stillness that was somehow more forcible even than his low, half-strangled speech had been.
Juliet stood silent also, almost as if she were waiting for him to recover his balance. Her eyes also were gazing straight before her to that far mysterious sky-line. They were very grave and rather sad.
He broke the silence after many seconds. "You will never speak to me again after this."
"I hope I shall," she said gently.
He wheeled and faced her. "You"re not angry then?"
She shook her head. "No."
His eyes flashed over her with amazing swiftness. "I almost wish you were," he said.
"But why?" she said.