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The face of Lucifer was not more dark, more tortured, than Miltoun's face in the twilight of the grove, above those kingdoms of the world, for which his ambition and his conscience fought. He threw himself down among the trees; and stretching out his arms, by chance touched a beetle trying to crawl over the grassless soil. Some bird had maimed it. He took the little creature up.
"So I can feel," murmured Barbara. "You ought to be in bed. Come home with me." Miltoun smiled. "It's not a case for leeches." The look of his smile, the sound of his voice, sent a shudder through her. "I'm not going to leave you here alone." But Miltoun's grasp tightened on her wrists. "My dear Babs, you will do what I tell you. Go home, hold your tongue, and leave me to burn out in peace."
"I want to talk to you about something serious: Will you come into the picture gallery?" When at last they were close to a family group of Georgian Caradocs, and could as it were shut out the throng sufficiently for private speech, she began: "Miltoun's so horribly unhappy; I don't know what to do for him: He's making himself ill!" And she suddenly looked up, in Courtier's face.
This having been accomplished, they proceeded in the direction of Mrs. Noel's cottage. At sight of it, Lady Casterley said: "I shall put my foot down. It's out of the question for a man of Miltoun's prospects. I look forward to seeing him Prime Minister some day." Hearing Barbara's voice murmuring above her, she paused: "What's that you say?"
And from the door, she murmured again: "He will come and thank you, when he's well." Descending the stone stairs, she thought: "'Anonyma' 'Anonyma' yes, it was quite the name." And suddenly she saw Barbara come running up again. "What is it, Babs?" Barbara answered: "Eustace would like some of those lilies." And, passing Lady Valleys, she went on up to Miltoun's chambers. Mrs.
They moved away together; and Lord Dennis, gazing after that magnificent young couple, stroked his beard gravely. Miltoun's sudden journey to London had been undertaken in pursuance of a resolve slowly forming from the moment he met Mrs. Noel in the stone flagged passage of Burracombe Farm. If she would have him and since last evening he believed she would he intended to marry her.
In fact, no one answered Barbara's knock, and discovering that the door yielded, she walked through the lobby past the clerk's den, converted to a kitchen, into the sitting-room. It was empty. She had never been to Miltoun's rooms before, and she stared about her curiously. Since he did not practise, much of the proper gear was absent.
He could not exactly afford to despise an uncompromising spirit in one of his own order, but he was no more impervious than others to Miltoun's caustic, thinly-veiled contempt for the commonplace; and having a full-blooded belief in himself -usual with men of fine physique, whose lots are so cast that this belief can never or almost never be really shaken he greatly disliked the feeling of being a little looked down on.
With a readiness which did her complete credit, she placed a sweet in Ann's mouth, and saying to the middle-aged female: "Then you'll send those, please. Come, Ann!" went out. Shocks never coming singly, she had no sooner reached home, than from her father she learned of the development of Miltoun's love affair.
The phrase had been ominous; he could not recollect Miltoun's ever having told him anything. For though a really kind and indulgent father, he had like so many men occupied with public and other lives a little acquired towards his offspring the look and manner: Is this mine? Of his four children, Barbara alone he claimed with conviction.
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