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Don't have it." In Gyp's heart came the same feeling as when he had stood there drunk, against the wall compassion, rather than contempt of his childishness. And taking his hand she said: "All right, Gustav. It shan't bother you. When I begin to get ugly, I'll go away with Betty till it's over." He went down on his knees. "Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! My beautiful Gyp!"
Was she really mistress of herself and him; able to dispose as she wished? Yes; and surely the note showed it. It was never easy to tell Gyp's feelings from her face; even Winton was often baffled. Her preparation of Aunt Rosamund for the reception of Fiorsen was a masterpiece of casualness.
He got up and said: 'Two triangles are equal if two sides and the included angle of one are equal respectfully to two sides, and when we all laughed he got sore as a cat!" "Gyp what do you think has happened?" Jerry frantically clutched Gyp's arm as they met outside of the study-room door. Jerry did not wait for Gyp to "think." "My name's been drawn for the debate this Friday night!
One of these came trotting out, a pretty young creature, busy and unconcerned, raising its tan-and-white head, its mild reproachful deep-brown eyes, at Winton's, "Loo-in Trix!" What a darling! A burst of music from the covert, and the darling vanished among the briers. Gyp's new brown horse pricked its ears.
And let's have it a secret society that'll stand ready to serve Lincoln with their very lives like those secret bands of men in the South after the Civil War." Jerry declared, of course, that Gyp's suggestion was "wonderful."
Graham's trophies, Tibby's dolls, Isobel's drawing tools had disappeared; a little old-fashioned white wooden bed had been put up in one corner; its snowy linen cover, with woven pink roses in orderly clusters, gave it an inviting look; there was a pink pillow in the deep chair in the bay-window; a round table stood near the chair; on it were some of Gyp's books and a little work-basket.
Winton shivered, as one shivers recalled from dreams; and, carefully brushing off the ash with his left hand, he answered: "Yes; very jolly. My cigar's out, though, and I haven't a match." Gyp's hand slipped through his arm. "All these people in love, and so dark and whispery it makes a sort of strangeness in the air. Don't you feel it?" Winton murmured: "No moon to-night!"
He put down his violin and went back to the house. No sign of her! The maid came to ask if he would lunch. No! Was the mistress to be in? She had not said. He went into the dining-room, ate a biscuit, and drank a brandy and soda. It steadied him. Lighting a cigarette, he came back to the drawing-room and sat down at Gyp's bureau. How tidy!
That face which, hundreds of times, had been so close to her own, and something about this crumpled body, about his tumbled hair, those cheek-bones, and the hollows beneath the pale lips just parted under the dirt-gold of his moustache something of lost divinity in all that inert figure clutched for a second at Gyp's heart. Only for a second. It was over, this time! No more never again!
A cab had stopped below, but not till Betty came rushing in did she look up. When, trembling all over, she entered the dining-room, Fiorsen was standing by the sideboard, holding the child. He came straight up and put her into Gyp's arms. "Take her," he said, "and do what you will. Be happy." Hugging her baby, close to the door as she could get, Gyp answered nothing.
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