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Broomhurst thought suddenly of hot Eastern sunshine, of the whir of insect wings on the still air, and the creaking of a wheel in the distance. He turned and looked at his companion. "I have come thousands of miles to see you," he said; "aren't you going to speak to me now I am here?" "Why did you come? I told you not to come," she answered, falteringly. "I " she paused.
"I was fishing down at Lynmouth this time last year," Broomhurst said at dinner. "You know Lynmouth, Mrs. Drayton? Do you never imagine you hear the gurgling of the stream? I am tantalised already by the sound of it rushing through the beautiful green gloom of those woods aren't they lovely? And I haven't been in this burnt-up spot as many hours as you've had months of it." She smiled a little.
"Here's Broomhurst, my dear! I made a mistake in his name after all, I find. I told you Brookfield, I believe, didn't I? Well, it isn't Brookfield, he says; it's Broomhurst." Mrs. Drayton had walked some little distance across the plain to meet and welcome the expected guest. She stood quietly waiting while her husband stammered over his incoherent sentences, and then put out her hand.
She stood listening to him, noticing against her will the more than suspicion of cockney accent and the thick drawl with which the words were uttered. His eyes sought her face piteously. She noticed that too, and stood before him torn by conflicting emotions, pity and disgust struggling in a hand-to-hand fight within her. "Mr. Broomhurst and I are going down by the well to sit; it's cooler there.
One afternoon, some months later, Broomhurst climbed the steep lane leading to the cliffs of a little English village by the sea. He had already been to the inn, and had been shown by the proprietress the house where Mrs. Drayton lodged.
His eyes used to follow me like a dog's, and I was stabbed with remorse, and I tried to be good to him, but I couldn't." "But he didn't suspect he trusted you," began Broomhurst. "He had every reason. No woman was ever so loyal, so " "Hush!" she almost screamed. "Loyal! it was the least I could do to stop you, I mean when you After all, I knew it without your telling me.
Streaks of pale sunlight trembled at moments far out on the water. The tide was rising in the little bay above which they sat, and Broomhurst watched the lazy foam-edged waves slipping over the uncovered rocks toward the shore, then sliding back as though for very weariness they despaired of reaching it. The muffled, pulsing sound of the sea filled the silence.
I think I should have liked a little chat with the serpent immensely by way of a change," she replied, in the same tone. "Ah, yes," Broomhurst said, with sudden seriousness; "it must be unbearably dull for you alone here, with Drayton away all day." Mrs. Drayton's hand shook a little as she fluttered a page of her open book.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear," said her husband, coming in presently to find her still sitting there. "I'm thinking what a curious world this is, and what an ironical vein of humour the gods who look after it must possess," she replied, with a mirthless laugh, rising as she spoke. John looked puzzled. "Funny my having known Broomhurst before, you mean?" he said doubtfully.
"You must learn to possess your soul in patience," she said, and glanced inconsequently from Broomhurst to her husband, and then dropped her eyes and was silent a moment. John was obviously, and a little audibly, enjoying his dinner. He sat with his chair pushed close to the table, and his elbows awkwardly raised, swallowing his soup in gulps.
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