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      Up in her room Theodora lay prostrate. She could reason no more--she could only sob in the dark.

      Next day she did not appear until luncheon-time. But the guests at Beechleigh always rose when they pleased, and no one remarked her absence even, each pair busy with their own affairs. Only Barbara crept up to her room to see how she was, and if she wanted anything. Theodora wondered why her cousin should have been so changed from the afternoon of their arrival. And Barbara longed to tell her. She moved about, and looked out of the window, and admired Theodora's beautiful hair spread over the pillows. Then she said:

      "Oh, I wish you came here often and Mildred didn't. She is a brute, and she hates you for being so beautiful. She made me keep away, you know. Do you think me a mean coward?" Her poor, plain, timid face was pitiful as she looked at Theodora, and to her came the thought of what Barbara's life was probably among them all, and she said, gently:

      "No, indeed, I don't. It was much better for you not to annoy her further; she might have been nastier to me than even she has been. But why don't you stand up for yourself generally? After all, you are Uncle Patrick's daughter, and she is only your mother's niece."

      "They both love her far more than they do me," said Barbara, with hanging head.

      And then they talked of other things. Barbara adored her home, but her family had no sentiment for it, she told Theodora; and Pat, she believed, would like to sell the whole thing and gamble away the money.

      Just before luncheon-time, when Theodora was dressed and going down, Josiah came up again to see her. He had fussed in once or twice before during the morning. This time it was to tell her a special messenger had come from his agent in London to inform him his presence was absolutely necessary there the first thing on Tuesday morning. Some turn of deep importance to his affairs had transpired during the holiday. So he would go up by an early train. He had settled it all with Sir Patrick, who, however, would not hear of Theodora's leaving.

      "The party does not break up until Wednesday or Thursday, and we cannot lose our greatest ornament," he had said.

      "I do not wish to stay alone," Theodora pleaded. "I will come with you, Josiah."

      But Josiah was quite cross with her.

      "Nothing of the kind," he said. These people were her own relations, and if he could not leave her with them it was a strange thing! He did not want her in London, and she could join him again at Claridge's on Thursday. It would give him time to run down to Bessington to see that all was ready for her reception. He was so well now he looked forward to a summer of pleasure and peace.

      "A second honeymoon, my love!" he chuckled, as he kissed her, and would hear no more.

      And having planted this comforting thought for her consolation he had quitted the room.

      Left alone Theodora sank down on the sofa. Her trembling limbs refused to support her; she felt cold and sick and faint.

      A second honeymoon. Oh, God!

      XXVI

      At luncheon, when Theodora descended from her room, the whole party were assembled and already seated at the several little tables. The only vacant place left was just opposite Hector.

      And there they faced each other during the meal, and all the time her eyes reminded him of the wounded fawn again, only they were sadder, if possible, and her face was pinched and pale, not the exquisite natural white of its usual fresh, soft velvet.

      Something clutched at his heart-strings. What extra sorrow had happened to her since last night? What could he do to comfort and protect her? There was only one way--to take her with him out of it all.

      After the first nine days' wonder, people would forget. It would be an undefended suit when Josiah should divorce her, and then he would marry her and have her for his very own. And what would they care for the world's sneers?

      His whole being was thrilled and exalted with these thoughts; his brain was excited as with strong wine.

      To have her for his own!

      Even the memory of his mother only caused him a momentary pang. No one could help loving Theodora, and she--his mother--would get over it, too, and learn her sweetness and worth.

      He was wildly happy now that he had made up his mind--so surely can passionate desire block out every other feeling.

      The guests at their table were all more or less civil. Theodora's unassuming manner had disarmed them, and as savage beasts had been charmed of old by Orpheus and his lute, so perhaps her gentle voice had soothed this company--the women, of course; there had been no question of the men from the beginning.

      Mildred's programme to make Mrs. Brown suffer was not having the success her zeal in promoting it deserved.

      The weather was still glorious, and after lunch the whole party flocked out on the terrace.

      A terrible nervous fear was dominating Theodora. She could not be alone with Hector, she did not dare to trust herself. And there would be the to-morrow and the Wednesday--without Josiah--and the soft warmth of the evenings and the glamour of the nights.

      Oh, everything was too cruel and impossible! And wherever she turned she seemed to see in blazing letters, "A second honeymoon!"

      The first was a horrible, fearsome memory which was over long ago, but the thought of a second--now that she knew what love meant, and what life with the loved one might mean--Oh, it was unbearable--terrible--impossible! better, much better, to die and have done with it all.

      She kept close to Barbara, and when Barbara moved she feverishly engaged the Crow in conversation--any one--something to save her from any chance of listening to Hector's persuasive words. And the Crow's kind heart was pained by the hunted expression in her eyes. They seemed to ask for help and sanctuary.

      "Shall we walk down to the polo-field, Mrs. Brown?" he said, and she gladly acquiesced and started with him.

      If she had been a practised coquette she could not have done anything more to fan the flame of Hector's passion.

      Lady Harrowfield had detained him on the top of the steps, and he saw her go off with the Crow and was unable to rush after them.

      And when at last he was free he felt almost drunk with passion.

      He had learned of Josiah's intended departure on the morrow, and that Theodora would join him again on the Thursday, and his mind was made up. On Wednesday night he would take her away with him to Italy. She should never belong to Josiah any more. She was his in soul and mind already, he knew, and she should be his in body, too, and he would cherish and love and protect her to the end of his life.

      Every detail of his plan matured itself in his brain. It only wanted her consent, and that, when opportunity should be given him to plead his cause, he did not greatly fear would be refused.

      Hitherto he had ever restrained himself when alone with her, had dominated his desire to make love to her; had never СКАЧАТЬ