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Craig said gently: "I was her maid of honour, Mr. Berkley." Ailsa raised her eyes to his altered face, startled at the change in it. He looked at her absently, then his gaze reverted to Ailsa Paige. "I loved her dearly," said Mrs. Craig, dropping a light, impulsive hand on his. "I want her son to know it."
Presently a hospital servant came and took Berkley away to another building. The wards were where the schoolrooms had been. Blackboards still decorated the wall; a half-erased exercise in Latin remained plainly visible over the rows of cots. Ailsa and the apothecary stood together in low-voiced conversation by a window.
But I did not set out till three o'clock, lost all the fine part of the morning, and did not get to town till five in the afternoon dragged for two hours, two whole hours, through mud, and cold, and mist, till I was perishing; so that when I had eat some dinner I was fit for nothing but to go to bed, and therefore did not go to Berkley Square till yesterday at noon. . . . I saw Caroline and her bambino. . . . The christening is to be, as I understand, to-morrow.
Then Berkley drove his horse blindly into the powder fog ahead; a dozen brilliant little jets of flame pricked the gloom; his horse reared, and went down in a piteous heap, but Berkley landed on all fours, crawled hurriedly up under the smoke, jerked a board loose, tore another free, rose to his knees and ripped away board after board, shouting to his comrades to come on and cut their way out.
"And pray, Merton, how long is it since you first entertained this desire?" asked Mrs. Marston. "Since Sir Wynston Berkley came, ma'am," answered he. "Has Sir Wynston annoyed you in any way?" continued she. "Far from it, ma'am," he replied; "he is a very kind gentleman." "Well, his man, then; is he a respectable, inoffensive person?" she inquired.
Berkley Hammond, the Gormeley twins, and now Hermia " "Miss Challoner!" in surprise. "Her portrait! I thought she disapproved of my method." She smiled. "Oh, you don't know Hermia as I do. One is never more certain in one's judgment of her than when one thinks one is wrong." She gave a short laugh. "At any rate, she said she was going to speak to you about it." "That's curious," he muttered.
Her heart was beating too rapidly for her to speak; she tried to straighten her shoulders, lift her head. Both sank, and she looked down blindly through the throbbing silence. Berkley spoke first; but she could not answer him. Then he said, again, lightly: "A woman's contempt is a bitter thing; but they say we thrive best on bitter medicine. Do you wish me to go, Ailsa? If so, where?
Berkley was still red; he lay in the grass on his stomach, watching the big cloud pile on the horizon. "You know," said Casson, "that part of our army stretches as far as that smoke. We're the rear-guard." "Listen to the guns," said Wye, pretending technical familiarity even at that distance. "They're big fellows those Dahlgrens and Columbiads "
"So you have returned much sooner than you intended;" said Flemming, after the first friendly salutations. "Yes," replied Berkley; "I got tired of Ischel, very tired. I did not find the friends there, whom I expected. Now I am going back to Salzburg, and then to Gastein. There I shall certainly find them. You must go with me."
Our lovers, our poets and romancers must fly to distant glades if they would not walk in the shade of trees that have been transplanted. I was considering the sorry triumph of the stage-machinists of Baden-Baden, when Berkley, who had disappeared, came in sight again. Our dinner, he said, was ready ready in the guards' hall. I retreated with a sudden cry of alarm.
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