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But when she came to think of it afterwards, she could not but a little struck at Alymer's attitude, and wondered why he had taken so much interest in her action. A few days later Basil Hayward died. Hal was not there at the time, but Dudley had not come home at all the previous night, and she was afraid that his friend was worse.
Lorraine, with her romantic, imaginative temperament, had grown to believe herself in love with him, and then had followed the old, sordid story of insult and her consequent disillusionment. The memories stung her now with a bitter stinging heightened by the feeling that life cared so much more for Alymer's welfare than it had ever done for hers.
When she had taken two steps she stood still suddenly, and in a voice that was rasping and harsh, exclaimed: "You! " Alymer's uncle squared his shoulders, stroked his white moustache with a gallant air, and replied: "Yes er Lorraine. We meet again, you see. I may say er I am very glad indeed that it is so," and he advanced a step with outstretched hand.
"What time does the next train leave?" he said. "I am coming." After Hal had left, Lorraine sank into a stupor from weakness, and remained thus until towards evening. Then she revived, and seemed to comprehend better all that had happened; all that was happening still. She knew that the child she had dreamed of would never lie in her amrs and look up at her with Alymer's eyes.
Then came the night, and instead of a quiet sleep, restlessness seized her. The recollection of the lawsuit which was to make Alymer's name once for all, came back again and again with merciless insistence, fighting like some desperate thing that last, one, great desire. Try as she would to smother it, after a little period of rest it came back stronger than ever.
The thought that death was approaching did not frighten her. She rather welcomed it. When she left London in the summer, she had felt that she could never go back. She had already fixed in her mind the picture of the quiet haven, where she would live restfully with Alymer's child far away from the turmoil that had marked her life almost from its earliest beginning, and safe from slander.
We're going to have the jolliest little fishing-smack imaginable for the whole day; and Sunday too, if you like; and take our lunch with us, and fish until we are tired." A glad light leapt to Alymer's eyes. "By gad! You are a trump," he said. In the meantime Hal waited a little feverishly for Saturday. They were to have one of their long outings.
Finally the mournful clergyman went away without asking for his subscription, having made mental decision that there would be far more trouble to come over the painted woman, and yet more propitious occasion was likely to arise. And Alymer's mother went into the house with set, severe lips; and pulled down all the blinds that were letting in sunlight, for fear some of the carpets got spoiled.
No need for haste. Come in a few days. Lorraine." It was addressed to Alymer Hermon, at The Middle Temple. "Please take it now at once," she said. She knew that the Frenchwoman could not read English, and that Jean was not yet awake. In Alymer's room at the Middle Temple he and Hal were making their arrangements to catch the next boat.
"She only roused once more," Jean said, "and that was to try and write a message for you. I have it there," and she produced a little folded note. In faint, tremulous words Hal read: "Good-bye, darling Hal. It is hard to be without you now, but you will inderstand why I sent the message. I want to tell you it has never been Alymer's fault; do not blame him. I ask it of you.
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