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And meanwhile, what was Mark Winnington about? It was all very well to sit there trifling with the pages of the Quarterly Review! In her moments of solitude by night or day, during the five days she had already spent at Maumsey, Madeleine had never really given her mind to anything else but the engrossing question. "Is he in love with her or is he not?"
"All right," said Lathrop, taking out a note-book from his breast pocket, and looking at certain entries he had made on the occasion of his visit to Maumsey. "I remember worth a couple of thousand at least. When shall I have them?" "I will send them registered to-morrow from Latchford." " Tres bien! I will do my best. You know Mr. Winnington has offered me a commission?" His eyes laughed.
That's what I say to father, when he shouts at me 'we're not going to ask you now any more we've asked long enough we're going to make you do what we want." And the girl threw back her head excitedly. Marion vaguely assented, and the talk beside her rambled on, now violent, now egotistical, till they reached the Maumsey door.
Gertrude Marvell had left Maumsey that morning, saying she should be in London for the day. Had Gertrude been with her, Delia would have let Monk Lawrence go by. For in Gertrude's company it had become an instinct with her an instinct she scarcely confessed to herself to avoid all reference to the house.
She seemed to walk with him, hand in hand, sister with brother in a deep converse of souls. Gertrude Marvell was sitting alone at the Maumsey breakfast-table, in the pale light of a December day. All around her were letters and newspapers, to which she was giving an attention entirely denied to her meal.
Heart and vanity were equally wounded. As she neared the Maumsey gate, suddenly a sound a voice a tall figure in the twilight. "Ah, there you are!" said Winnington. "Lady Tonbridge sent me to look for you." "Aren't you back very early?" Delia attempted her usual voice. But the man who joined her at once detected the note of effort, of tired pre-occupation. "Yes our business collapsed.
I daresay Marion Andrews will come with me. She wants to escape her mother for a time." "Marion Andrews?" repeated Delia thoughtfully. Then, after a moment "So you're not coming down to Maumsey any more?" "Ask yourself what there is for me to do there, my dear child! Frankly, I should find the society of Mr. Winnington and Lady Tonbridge rather difficult! And as for their feelings about me!"
At the same time, if Weston recovered from the operation, in three weeks or so it would be possible for Delia to leave Maumsey; and it was generally understood that she would then join her friend in London, just in time for the opening of Parliament. For the moment, it was plain she was not engaged in any violent doings. But who could answer for the future?
"No, it must be here. You say we can get a good man from Brownmouth?" They discussed the possibilities of an operation at Maumsey. Insensibly the doctor's tone during the conversation grew more friendly, as it proceeded.
But this new shrinking from the most characteristic feature of the violent policy this new softness and fluidity in a personality that when they first reached Maumsey had begun already to stiffen in the fierce mould of militancy to what could any observer with eyes in their head attribute them but the influence of Mark Winnington the daily unseen presence of other judgments and other ideals embodied in a man to whom the girl's feelings had capitulated?
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