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"I shall go to-morrow," he said, "and 'transact my business. On the whole, it might as well be done through lawyers, but I had better be in London." "And then?" asked Eleanor. "I shall perhaps go and spend a week with the people at Sowerby Bridge. But you shall hear from me." "Will you speak to Mrs. Baske?" "I don't think it is necessary. She has expressed no wish that I should?"
"It is not my part to seek for him." "Then how can I help you?" Mallard asked, still gruffly, but with more evidence of the feeling that his tone disguised. "You can't help me, Mr. Mallard. How could any one help me? I was utterly alone, and I wanted to hear a friend's voice." "That is only natural. It is impossible for you to remain alone. You don't feel able to go to Mrs. Baske?"
He walked on with a curious smile, was admitted, and waited a minute or two in the drawing-room. Miriam entered, and shook hands with him, coldly courteous, distantly dignified. "I am sorry Mrs. Spence is not at home." "I came to see you, Mrs. Baske. I have just met them, and heard that you have news from Paris." "Only a note, sending a temporary address."
Bradshaw and his wife could not but notice Cecily's agitation at the meeting; they exchanged wondering glances, and presently found an opportunity for a few words apart. What was going on? How had these two young folks become so intimate? Well, it was no business of theirs. Lucky that Mrs. Baske was one of the company.
Cecily's eyes wandered unconsciously over the paintings and other objects about her. "You have come to ask me if I know where he is?" She failed in her attempt to reply. "I am sorry that I can't tell you. I know nothing of him. But perhaps Mrs. Baske does. You know their address?" "I didn't come for that," she answered, with decision, her features working painfully.
You shall understand me, Miriam. You shall get as well and strong as I am, and know what I mean when I speak of the joy of living. We shall be sisters again, like we used to be." Miriam smiled and shook her head. "Tell me about things at home. Is Miss Baske well?" "Quite well. I have had two letters from her since I was here. She wished me to give you her love." "I will write to her.
"We'll go over this carefully, Mrs. Baske; it's one of the largest and completest in Pompeii. Here we are in what they called the atrium." Cecily spoke seldom. Of course, she would have preferred to be alone here with Miriam; best of all or nearly so if they could have made the same party as at Baiae.
There is no need to go back to Vico Brancaccio. I am sure Mrs. Baske will excuse you the torture of uniform." With a sort of grumble, the invitation was accepted. A little while after, Spence proposed to his friend a walk before sunset. "Yes; let us go up the hill," said Mallard, rising abruptly. "I need movement after the railway."
Mallard worked through the day, as usual, but with an uneasy mind. In the morning he walked over once more to the Spences', and learnt that anxieties were at an end; Mrs. Baske had received a letter from her brother, in which Cecily's absence was explained. Elgar wrote that he was making preparations for departure; in a few days they hoped to be in Paris, where henceforth they purposed living.
Suppose now, he set himself to imagine Miriam in unlikely situations. What if she somehow fell into poverty, was made absolutely dependent on her own efforts? Suppose she suffered cruelly what so many women have to suffer toil, oppression, solitude; what would she become? Not, he suspected, a meek martyr; anything but that, Miriam Baske.
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