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Denis Oglethorpe would have smiled if he had known what an innocent commotion his simple presence created! "Lady Throckmorton is up-stairs reading," she explained. "I will go and tell her you are here." There were no bells in the house at Downport, and no servants to answer if any one had rang one, and, very naturally, Theo forgot she was not at Downport. "Excuse me. No," said Mr.
But the feverish, excited sobs only came the faster, and more wildly. "Why did I ever come?" Theo gasped. "It would have been better to have lived and died in Downport far better, I can tell you now, Pam, now that it is all over. I loved him, and he loved me, too; he loved me always from the first, though we both tried so hard, so hard; yes, we did, Pamela, to help it.
She would either stay there or go to Downport with Pamela. Fortune, however, interposed. A carriage made its appearance, in the morning, with a new arrival an arrival no less than Lady Throckmorton herself, bearing down upon them in actual excitement. An untoward accident had called her friend from home, and taken her to Caen, and there, at her earnest request, her ladyship had accompanied her.
To the last day of his life Victor Maurien will not forget one quiet evening, when he came to the hotel and found Theodora North by herself, in their private parlor, reading an English letter by the blaze of a candelabra. It had arrived that very day from Downport, and something in it had touched her, for when she rose to greet him, her gipsy eyes were mistily soft.
To Paris again or to Downport," with a faint shudder. And then, all at once she flung up her arms wildly, and dropped upon them, face downward. "Oh, Pam," she cried out, "take me back to Downport, and let me die. I have no right here, and I had better go away. Oh, why did I ever come? Why did I ever come?" She was sobbing in a hysterical, strained way, that was fairly terrible.
She was awakening, but she was at the edge of the cataract, and its ominous sounds had alarmed her. The letters that were faithfully written to Downport during the following month were the cause of no slight excitement in the house of David North, Esq. The children looked forward to the reception of them as an event worthy of being chronicled.
"I am not afraid," she said. "I think it would be best; I must go back to Paris or to to Downport, before Mr. Oglethorpe knows I have been here at all. You can take care of him now and there is no need that he should know I ever came to St. Quentin. I dare say I was very unwise in coming as I did; but, I am afraid I would do the same thing again under the same circumstances.
They began to draw near to each other that night. Half-unconsciously she drifted into confiding to him the yearnings toward the home whose shadows and sharpnesses absence had softened. It was singular how much pleasanter everything seemed, now she looked back upon it in the past. Downport was not an unpleasant place after all.
She had never seen such dresses in Downport before. These things of Pamela's had only come from London the day of Arthur's death, and had never been opened for family inspection. Some motherly instinct, even in Mrs. North's managing economy, had held them sacred, and so they had rested.
Until Lady Throckmorton came, she amused him with talking of England and the English people, until the naivete of her manner had an indescribable fascination for him. He could have listened to her forever. She told him about Downport and its small lines, unconsciously showing him more of her past life than she fancied.
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