Houston suggested to Dorothy that they should take a walk round the town while the others were away; she accepted, for she was anxious to shake off this brooding jealousy which had oppressed her since the news in Agnes"s letter.
"I shouldn"t worry myself about your sister," he was saying.
Dorothy frowned to think he should have read her thoughts so easily.
"I"m not worrying. I think she has done exactly right."
"Envying her, in fact," Houston added.
"Why should I envy her?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Don"t we always rather envy the people who do things with such decision? Don"t we sometimes feel that we"re wasting time?"
He said this so meaningly that Dorothy pretended not to hear what he had said and looked up to admire the fortified gate of St. Catherine through which they were pa.s.sing.
"It"s like Oxford!" she exclaimed.
Her jealousy of Agnes was stimulated by this comparison, for when they came to the Street of the Knights she was reminded of that day when she walked down the High with Sylvia, that Sunday afternoon which had been the prelude of everything. How many years ago?
"O G.o.d!" she exclaimed, reverting in her manner, as she often used in Houston"s company, to that hard Vanity manner. "O G.o.d! I shall be twenty-nine in March!"
"I"m over forty."
"But you"re a man. What does your age matter?"
She was looking at him, and thinking while she spoke how ugly he was.
Perhaps he realized her thought, for his face darkened with that blush of the very sallow complexion, that blush which seems more like a bruise.
"You mean I"m too hideous?"
"Don"t be silly. Let"s explore this gateway."
They pa.s.sed under a Gothic arch and found themselves in a cloistered quadrangle, so much like a small Oxford college that only a tall palm against the blue sky above the roofs told how far they were from Oxford.
"It"s uncanny," said Dorothy. "How stupid Tony was to go off shooting without first exploring the town. How stupid of him!"
Dorothy wanted her husband"s presence as she had never wanted it; she wanted to help the illusion that she was back in Oxford with all the adventure of life before her. She wanted to see him here in this familiar setting and revive ... what?
"I hope Agnes will be happy," she sighed.
Close by a couple of Jews in wasp-striped gabardines were arguing about something in a mixture of Spanish and Yiddish; without thinking and anxious only to get back to the present, Dorothy asked Houston if he could understand what they were talking about. Again that dark blush showed like a bruise.
"Why should I understand them?" he asked, savagely.
"No, of course. I really don"t know," she stammered, in confusion, for she was thinking how much better a gabardine would suit Houston than his yachting-suit and how exactly his pendulous under lip resembled the under lips of the two disputants. An odd fancy came into her mind that she would rather like to be carried off by Houston, to be held in captivity by him in the swarming ghetto through which they had picked their way a few minutes ago, to sit peering mysteriously through the lattice of some crazy balcony ... to surrender to some one strong and Eastern and.... Oh, but this was absurd! The sun was hot in this quadrangle; she was in an odd state; it must be that the news about Agnes had upset her more than she had thought. At that moment her eyes rested upon the broken headpiece of a tomb that was leaning against the cloister, and she found herself reading in a dream: "Gilbert Clare of Clarehaven. With G.o.d. 1501." The palm still swayed against the blue sky; the Jews still chattered at one another. Dorothy looked round her with a dazed expression, and then impulsively knelt down among the rubble that surrounded the tombstone and read the words again: "Gilbert Clare of Clarehaven. With G.o.d. 1501." The Italian curator of the museum that was being formed in the old hospital drew near and explained to Dorothy in French that this was the tombstone of an English knight.
"An ancestor of mine," Dorothy told him.
The curator smiled politely; being a Latin, he certainly did not believe her.
"I"ve never seen you so much interested by anything," said Houston.
"I never have been so thrilled by anything," she declared. "Gilbert Clare of Clarehaven! Clarehaven! And when he left it he must have often thought of our little church on the headland; and when he died here, how he must have longed to be at home."
"Does Clare mean very much to you?" Houston asked.
"_You_ could never imagine how much. For Clare I would do anything!"
"Anything? That"s a rash statement."
"Anything," she repeated.
Houston tried to persuade the curator to let him have the tombstone for Dorothy to take away with her; but the curator was shocked at such a suggestion and explained that it was an unusual inscription--the earliest of the kind in English that he knew; he should have expected Latin at such a date.
The countess failed to rouse much enthusiasm in the earl about the tomb of his ancestor, but the dowager was glad he was with G.o.d; Bella had a subject for another story; and Tufton photographed it. The next day the wind seemed likely to shift round into the north, and _The Whirligig_ left the exposed harbor, traveling past the mighty limestone cliffs of the Dorian promontory, past Cos and many other islands, until once more her anchor was dropped in the sheltered blue waters of Aphros.
There were interminable discussions at the house of Monsieur and Madame Venieris; but there was no doubt whatever that Agnes was married.
"And do you know, my dear Doodles," her sister added, when they were alone, "do you know I believe I"m already going to have a baby?"
Dorothy could stand no more; but when she begged that all speed should be made for England there came a series of breathless days during which Tony stalked the mouflon on the heights of Antaphros. In the end he actually did hit one, and though it fell at the foot of a difficult precipice he scrambled down somehow, raised the carca.s.s with ropes, and rowed triumphantly away with it to the yacht. Houston tossed him double or quits for the sovereign he had won; Tony won five tosses in succession and thirty-two pounds.
"My luck"s in," he shouted, gleefully. "Come on, Houston, full speed ahead. I want to see my horses again."
When the yacht reached Plymouth the whole party went ash.o.r.e and traveled up to Clare.
"Yes," Houston admitted to Dorothy, "I can understand the appeal this sort of thing must have for anybody. It must be glorious here in summer.
I suppose the deer look after themselves? Yes, it"s a wonderful old place."
A week after their guests had left Tony and Dorothy followed them to London.
"Oh, by the way, Doodles," said Tony at Paddington, "I ought to have explained before, but I"ve got a little surprise for you. I had to sell one hundred and twenty-nine. I was offered a nailing good price."
"And where are we going to live?" she asked.
"Well, that"s the surprise. You"ll never guess. I"ve taken your old flat in Halfmoon Street."
Dorothy looked at Tony.
"You"re not angry?" he asked.
"I think I"m past anger," she said, dully.
While they were driving to their new abode Dorothy decided that it would be easy to convince her family that such a romantic marriage was the right thing for Agnes, because her arguments would come from the depths of her heart.
"And _I_ shall be twenty-nine in March," she kept thinking.