And then Anthony had gone out too. She was vexed with Anthony. She could see him sitting under his ash-tree, her tree of heaven; his white shirt-front gave out an oblong gleam like phosphorous in the darkness under the tree. She was watching to see that he didn"t get up and go on to the terrace. Anthony had no business in the garden at all. He was catching cold in it. He had sneezed twice. She wanted Nicholas and Veronica to have the garden to themselves to-night, and the perfect stillness of the twilight to themselves, every tree and every little leaf and flower keeping quiet for them; and there was Anthony sneezing.
She was restless and impatient, as if she carried the burden of their pa.s.sion in her own heart.
Presently she could bear it no longer. She got up and called to Anthony to come in. He came obediently. "What are you thinking of," she said, "planting yourself out there and sneezing? I could see your shirt-front a mile off. It"s indecent of you."
"Why indecent?"
"Because Nicky and Veronica are out there."
"I don"t see them."
"Do you suppose they want you to see them?"
She turned the electric light on full, to make darkness of their twilight out there.
Nicky and Veronica talked together in the twilight, sitting on the seat under the orchard well behind the privet screen. They did not see Anthony sitting under the ash-tree, they did not hear him, they did not hear Frances calling to him to come in. They were utterly unaware of Frances and Anthony.
"Ronny," he said, "did Michael say anything to you?"
"When?"
"This afternoon, when he made you come with him here?"
"How do you mean, "say anything"?"
"You know what I mean."
"_Mick_?"
"Yes. Did he ask you to marry him?"
"No. He said a lot of funny things, but he didn"t say that. He wouldn"t."
"Why wouldn"t he?"
"Because--he just wouldn"t."
"Well, he says he understands you."
"Then," said Veronica conclusively, "of course he wouldn"t."
"Yes; but he says _I_ don"t."
"Dear Nicky, you understand me when n.o.body else does. You always did."
"Yes, when we were kids. But supposing _now_ I ever didn"t, would it matter? You see, I"m stupid, and caring--caring awfully--might make me stupider. _Have_ people got to understand each other?"
To that she replied astonishingly, "Are you quite sure you understand about Ferdie?"
"Ferdie?"
"Yes." She turned her face full to him. "I don"t know whether you know about it. _I_ didn"t till Mother told me the other day. I"m Ferdie"s daughter.
"Did you know?"
"Oh, Lord, yes. I"ve known it for--oh, simply ever so long."
"Who told you?"
"Dorothy, I think. But I guessed it because of something he said once about seeing ghosts."
"I wonder if you know how I feel about it? I want you to understand that. I"m not a bit ashamed of it. I"m proud. I"m _glad_ I"m Ferdie"s daughter, not Bartie"s.... I"d take his name, so that everybody should know I was his daughter, only that I like Uncle Anthony"s name best. I"m glad Mother loved him."
"So am I, Ronny. I know I shouldn"t have liked Bartie"s daughter.
Bartie"s daughter wouldn"t have been you."
He took her in his arms and held her face against his face. And it was as if Desmond had never been.
A little while ago he had hated Desmond because she had come before Veronica; she had taken what belonged to Veronica, the first tremor of his pa.s.sion, the irrecoverable delight and surprise. And now he knew that, because he had not loved her, she had taken nothing.
"Do you love me?"
"Do you love _me_?"
"You know I love you."
"You know. You know."
What they said was new and wonderful to them as if n.o.body before them had ever thought of it.
Yet that night, all over the Heath, in hollows under the birch-trees, and on beds of trampled gra.s.s, young lovers lay in each other"s arms and said the same thing in the same words: "Do you love me?" "You know I love you!" over and over, in voices drowsy and thick with love.
"There"s one thing I haven"t thought of," said Nicky. "And that"s that d.a.m.ned strike. If it hits Daddy badly we may have to wait goodness knows how long. Ages we may have to."
"I"d wait all my life if I could have you in the last five seconds of it. And if I couldn"t, I"d still wait."
And presently Veronica remembered Michael.
"Why did you ask me whether Mick had said anything?"
"Because I thought you ought to know about it before you--Besides, if he _had_, we should have had to wait a bit before we told him."