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Miss Raeburn, controlling herself absolutely, partly because of Aldous's manner, partly because of the servants, took her guest upstairs straightway, put her on the sofa in a cheerful sitting-room with a bright fire, and then, shrewdly guessing that she herself could not possibly be a congenial companion to the girl at such a moment, whatever might have happened or might be going to happen, she looked at her watch, said that she must go down to dinner, and promptly left her to the charge of a kind elderly maid, who was to do and get for her whatever she would.
Raeburn," said a policeman, with alacrity. "Stand back, please! Is your carriage there, sir?" "Let Ann Mullins take her put them into the cab I want to speak to Mr. Wharton," said Marcella in Aldous's ear. "Get me a cab at once," he said to the policeman, "and tell my carriage to wait." "Miss Boyce!" Marcella turned hastily and saw Wharton beside her.
Young Wharton, on the contrary, was making way every day, and, what with securing Aldous's own seat in the next division, and helping old Dodgson in this, Lord Maxwell and his grandson had their hands full. Dick Boyce was glad of it.
In the course of the fight she had realised Aldous's strength, and it was a bitter offence to her. How little she could do after all!
Let him claim the uttermost far-thing her whole self. If she gives it, then he may know what love means!" Hallin had listened intently. At Aldous's last words his expression showed pain and perplexity. His mind was full of vague impressions, memories, which seemed to argue with and dispute one of the chief things Aldous had been saying. But they were not definite enough to be put forward.
Her father, she remembered, had dubbed him an "Anarchist" in connection with the terms he had been able to secure for the Nottingham strikers, as reported in the newspapers. It astonished her to come across the man again as Mr. Raeburn's friend. They talked about Hallin a little, and about Aldous's Cambridge acquaintance with him.
For herself she asked to see things in a dry light. Yet she knew well that the moment was critical. Her feeling was more mixed than it had been. On the whole it was indignantly on Aldous's side with qualifications and impatiences, however. She took up her embroidery again before she answered him. In her opinion the needle is to the woman what the cigarette is to the diplomatist.
"She and Miss Macdonald have gone out driving, and I was to tell your lordship that Miss Raeburn would drop Miss Macdonald at Mellor on her way home." "Is Sir Frank anywhere about?" "He was in the smoking-room a little while ago, my lord." "Will you please try and find him?" "Yes, my lord." Aldous's mouth twitched with impatience as the old servant shut the door.
In the intervals, while he was still silent, she could not sometimes prevent the pulse of her own life from stirring. Her eye wandered round the room Aldous's familiar room. There, on the writing-table with its load of letters and books, stood the photograph of Hallin; another, her own, used to stand beside it; it was solitary now.
Aldous was still propitiating her, when Lady Winterbourne came into the tea-room, followed by Marcella. The elder lady threw a hurried and not very happy glance at the pair in the corner. Marcella appeared to be in animated talk with a young journalist whom Raeburn knew, and did not look their way. "Just one thing!" said Betty, bending forward and speaking eagerly in Aldous's ear.
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