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When she was near to it she stopped and listened. She did not hear any sound from within. There was nothing to prevent her from descending to the villa, from writing a note to Dion Leith asking him to leave Buyukderer on the morrow, and from going up to her bedroom. He would find the note in the hall when he came down; he would go away; she need never see him again.
She had seen just where he was, and she had understood his recoil from the abyss. Now she wished, perhaps, to help him to draw back farther from it, to draw back so far that he would no longer see it or be aware of it. So she talked of herself, of her life at Buyukderer in the summer, and in Pera in the autumn and spring.
Presently the Giant's Mountain appeared staring across the water at Buyukderer. The prow of the steamer was headed for the European shore. Dion saw the bay opening to receive them under its wooded hills which are pierced by the great valley. It stretched its arms as if in welcome, and very calm was the water between them. Here the wind failed.
The old sages said, 'Eat not thy heart nor mourn the buried Past. Stay here for a time, and learn to obey that command. Perhaps, eventually, Stamboul will help you." "Nothing can help me," he answered. They went down the hill by the Tekkeh of the Dancing Dervishes. Mrs. Clarke did not go back to her villa at Buyukderer that day.
He did not know that Mrs. Clarke was rich. Indeed he had heard in London that she only had a small income, but that she "did wonders" with it. In London he had seen her at Claridge's and at the marvelous flat in Knightsbridge. Now, at Buyukderer, he found her in a small, but beautifully arranged and furnished, villa with a lovely climbing garden behind it.
"He'll probably spend some time at Buyukderer. He must face his fate and take up life again." "He doesn't intend to do what his wife has done?" Lady Ingleton was still smiling faintly. "I should say his experience rather inclines him to take an opposite direction." "Is he good-looking?" "What he has been through has ravaged his face."
Clarke's silence had, perhaps, reassured him. The Villa Hafiz did not summon him. He could seek it if he would. Evidently it was not going to seek him. Again he felt grateful to Mrs. Clarke. Her silence, her neglect of him, increased his faith in her friendship for him. His second day in Buyukderer dawned; in the late afternoon of it, now sure of his freedom, he went to the Villa Hafiz.
And a terrible sense of the irony of life almost overcame him. For a moment he seemed to catch a glimpse of the Creator laughing in darkness at the aspiration of men; for a moment he was beset by the awful conviction that the world is ruled by a malign Deity. "All the time Jimmy is at Buyukderer we'll just be friends," said the husky voice against his cheek.
Dion had taken to heart a maxim once uttered to him by Mrs. Clarke in the garden at Buyukderer. Mention had been made of the very foolish and undignified conduct of a certain woman in Pera society who had been badly treated by a young diplomat. In discussing the matter Dion had chanced to say: "But if she does such things how can any man respect her?" Mrs.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you come to Buyukderer this summer," she said. "Once did not matter. But if you came again my reputation would suffer." "Then I'll stay at some other place on the Bosporus and come over." "That would be just as bad." "Do you seriously mean that we are to be entirely separated during the whole of this summer?" "I must be careful of my reputation now Jimmy's growing up.
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