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So Marcella's confession made in the abandonment, the blind passionate trust, of a supreme moment bore no fruit. It went with Hallin to the grave. "I think I saw the letters arrive," said Mrs. Boyce to her daughter. "And Donna Margherita seems to be signalling to us." "Let me go for them, mamma." "No, thank you, I must go in." And Mrs. Boyce rose from her seat, and went slowly towards the hotel.
He knew that she must soon go to her father's people she must not go bound by any ties of his making. Doctor John, for Marcella's sake, gave the decision against his own heart. So much did Doctor John tell me, his old friend and confidant. I said nothing and gave no advice, not having lived seventy-five years for nothing.
Hurd held up her head and listened. The church clock tolled eight. She knelt there, struck motionless by terror by recollection. "Oh, Jim!" she said, under her breath "my Jim!" The plaintive tone as of a creature that has not even breath and strength left wherewith to chide the fate that crushes it broke Marcella's heart.
Aldous Raeburn sat on Marcella's right hand; and during the day the attention of everybody in the dingy building had been largely divided between the scene below, and that strange group in the gallery where the man who had just been elected Conservative member for East Brookshire, who was Lord Maxwell's heir, and Westall's employer, sat beside his betrothed, in charge of a party which comprised not only Marcella Boyce, but the wife, sister, and little girl of Westall's murderer.
Gran said I was grown up now I was coming to Australia. So I wear pyjamas, made out of the same stuff as Dad's," he explained, undressing hurriedly and putting them on with considerable pride. "Last night was the first time I wore them. Only Daddy never looked, with those other men there." A lump came into Marcella's throat as he neatly folded his clothes and laid them in a heap on the floor.
"But everything else I would give it all up! governing one's self, thinking for one's self. He should do it, and I would bless him!" She looked up crimson, drawing a very long breath, as though from some deep centre of painful, passionate feeling. It was Marcella's turn to stare. Never had Mary so revealed herself before. "Did you ever love any one like that, Mary?" she asked quickly.
Raeburn's cheek as he stood in the background, and led Mary Harden into an eager asking of Marcella's counsels, and an eager praising of her flowers. Aldous Raeburn said nothing, but his discomfort increased with every moment. Why had his grandfather been so officious in this matter of the flowers?
Marcella was very bad for him; her courteous belief in him encouraged him to deceive her; he thought she was rather silly; any other girl would have chaffed him, have capped his tales by others, obviously "tall" as Violet had done until he had sickened her entirely; but to Marcella's Keltic imagination there was nothing incredible in his gory, gorgeous exploits; was not she, herself, the daughter of a faraway spaewife who could slide down moonbeams and ride on the breasts of snowflakes?
Marcella was fastening up her tweed skirt in the hall, when she saw Mrs. Boyce hurry along the gallery above, and immediately afterwards her mother came across the hall to her. "You had better take the shawl, Marcella: it is cold and raw. If you are going to sit up most of the night you will want it." She put a wrap of her own across Marcella's arm. "Your father is quite right," she went on.
Meanwhile, as they drove towards Warwick Square Marcella's only thought was how to hand her over safe to her husband. A sense of agonised responsibility awoke in the elder woman at the thought of Cathedine. But no more emotion only common sense and gentleness. As they neared Warwick Square, Letty withdrew her hand.
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