Three Weeks. Glyn Elinor

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      "It was fate, Paul. I knew it when I entered the room. I felt it again among the green trees, and so I ran from you—but to-night it is plus fort que moi—so I called you to come in."

      "I am so glad—so glad," said Paul.

      She remained silent. Her eyes in their narrowed lids gleamed at him, seeming to penetrate into his very soul. And now he noticed her mouth again. It neither drooped nor smiled, it was straight, and chiselled and strong, and small rather, and the lower lip was rounded and slightly cleft in the centre. A most appetising red flower of a mouth.

      By this time Paul was more or less intoxicated with excitement, he had lost all sense of time and place. It seemed as if he had known her always—that there never had been a moment when she had not filled the whole of his horizon.

      They were both silent for a couple of minutes. As far as he could gather from her inscrutable face, she was weighing things—what things?

      Suddenly she sprang up, one of those fine movements of hers full of cat-like grace.

      "Paul," she said, "listen," and she spoke rather fast. "You are so young, so young—and I shall hurt you—probably. Won't you go now—while there is yet time? Away from Lucerne, back to Paris—even back to England. Anywhere away from me."

      She put her hand on his arm, and looked up into his eyes. And there were tears in hers. And now he saw that they were grey.

      He was moved as never yet in all his life.

      "I will not!" he said. "I may be young, but to-night I know—I want to live! And I will chance the hurt, because I know that only you can teach me—just how—"'

      Then his voice broke, and he bent down and covered her hand with kisses.

      She quivered a little and drew away. She picked up a great bunch of tuberoses, and broke off all their tops. "There, take them!" she said, pressing them into his hands, and those against his heart. "Take them and go—and dream of me. You have chosen. Dream of me to-night and remember—there is to-morrow."

      Then she glided back from him, and before he realised it she had gone noiselessly away through another door.

      Paul stood still. The room swam; his head swam. Then he stumbled out on to the terrace, under the night sky, the white blossoms still pressed against his heart.

      He must have walked about for hours. The grey dawn was creeping over the silent world when at last he went back to the hotel and to his bed.

      There he slept and dreamt—never a dream! For youth and health are glorious things. And he was tired out.

      The great sun was high in the heavens when next he awoke. And the room was full of the scent of tuberoses, scattered on the pillow beside him. Presently, when his blue eyes began to take in the meaning of things, he remembered and bounded up. For was not this the commencement of his first real day?

CHAPTER IV

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      The problem which faced Paul, when he had finished a very late breakfast, was how he should see her soon—the lady in black.

      He could not go and call like an ordinary visitor, because he did not know her name! That was wonderful—did not even know her name, or anything about her, only that his whole being was thrilling with anxiety to see her again.

      The simplest thing to do seemed to descend into the hall and look at the Visitors' List, which he promptly did.

      There were only a few people in the hotel; it was not hard, therefore, guessing at the numbers of the rooms, to arrive at the conviction that "Mme. Zalenska and suite" might be what he was searching for. Zalenska—she was possibly Russian after all. And what was her christian name? That he longed to know.

      As he stood staring, his fair forehead puckered into a frown of thought, the silver-haired servant came up behind him and said, with his respectful, dignified bearing:

      "De la part de Madame," handing Paul a letter the while.

      What could it contain?

      But this was not the moment for speculation—he would read and see.

      He turned his back on the servant, and walked towards the light, while he tore open the envelope. It had the most minute sphinx in the corner, and the paper was un-English, and rather thin.

      This was what he read:

      "Morning.

      "Paul, I am young to-day, and we must see the blue lake and the green trees. Come to the landing towards the station, and I will call for you in my launch. And you shall be young, too, Paul—and teach me! Give Dmitry the answer."

      "The answer is, 'Yes, immediately'—tell Madame," Paul said.

      And then he trod on air until he arrived at the landing she had indicated. Soon the launch glided up, he saw her there reclining under an awning of striped green.

      It was a well-arranged launch, the comfortable deck-chairs were in the bows, and the steering took place from a raised perch behind the cabin, so the two were practically alone. The lady was in grey to-day, and it suited her strangely. Her eyes gleamed at him, full of mischief, under her large grey hat.

      Paul drew his chair a little forward, turning it so that he could look at her without restraint.

      "How good of you to send for me," he said delightedly.

      She smiled a radiant smile. "Was it? I am capricious, I did not think of the good for you, only I wanted you—to please myself. I wish to be foolish to-day, Paul, and see your eyes dance, and watch the light on your curls."

      Paul frowned; it was as if she thought him a baby.

      Then the lady leant back and laughed, the sound was of golden bells.

      "Yes, you are a baby!" she said, answering his thoughts. "A great, big, beautiful baby, Paul."

      If Paul had been a girl he would have pouted.

      She turned from him and gazed over the lake; it was looking indescribably beautiful, with the colours of the springtime.

      "Do you see the green of those beeches by the water, Paul? Look at their tenderness, next the dark firs—and then the blue beyond—and see, there is a copper beech, he is king of them all! I would like to build a châlet up in some part like that, and come there each year in May—to read fairy-tales."

      For the first time in his life Paul saw with different eyes—just the beauty of things—and forgot to gauge their sporting possibilities. An infinite joy was flooding his being, some sensation he had not dreamed about even, of happiness and fulfilment.

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