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But suddenly, in the very midst of her self-examination, the emotion and excitement that she had felt of late in her long conversations with Cliffe returned upon her, filling her at once with poignant memory and a keen expectation to which she yielded herself as a wild sea-bird to the rocking of the sea.
Following Miss Hilary's earnest advice that every thing should be fair and open, Elizabeth, on the very next day after that happy Whit-Monday, mustered up her courage, asked permission to speak to her mistress, and told her she was going to be married to Tom Cliffe: not immediately, but in a year's time or so, if all went well. Mrs.
Two persons were in the boat Kitty, wrapped in sables, her straying hair held close by a cap of the same fur and Geoffrey Cliffe.
He came nearer, with a studied, deliberate air, and held out the white glove. She saw it was her own and accepted it. "Thank you." She bowed with all the haughtiness she could muster, though her limbs shook under her. Then as she walked quickly towards the door of exit, Cliffe, who was nearer to it than she, also moved towards it, and threw it open for her.
Loraine, too with his puritanical ways! I know what he thinks of Cliffe. He wouldn't touch him in private. But in public you'll see he'll swallow him whole just to annoy Parham. There's your politician." And stiff with the angry virtue of the "ins," denouncing the faction of the "outs," Lady Parham passed on. Elizabeth Tranmore meanwhile turned to look for Mary Lyster.
Many people think her the star to-night. Mr. Cliffe, I am told, admires her." Kitty could not see how the eyes of the speaker, under a Sir Joshua turban, studied the countenance of Miss Lyster, as she threw out the words. Mary laughed. "Poor Kitty! She tried to flirt with him long ago just after she arrived in London, fresh out of the convent. It was so funny!
Oh, we are through the drift now and they are putting on more steam." "Yes, we shall be at Cliffe in another ten minutes;" and Bessie roused in earnest. Those ten minutes seemed interminable before the lights of the station flashed before their eyes.
I have one now for Geoffrey Cliffe." Ashe laughed. "Oh, that won't last." "Then some other will come after it. And I can't help it. It is my head" she tapped her forehead lightly "that seems on fire." Ashe at last slipped his arm round her. "But it is your heart you will give me." She pushed him away from her and held him at arm's-length.
With an awkward laugh Cliffe fell back into his seat, stretching his long limbs across the boat. He had spoken under a strong and genuine impulse. His passion for her had made enormous strides in these few wild days beside her. And yet the fantastic poet's sense responded at a touch to the new impression. He shook off the heroic mood as he had doffed his Bosnian cloak.
Cliffe saw the look, and remembered that Mrs. Alcot's husband, a distinguished treasury official, had been for years the intimate friend of a very noble and beautiful woman, herself unhappily married. There was no scandal in the matter, though much talk. Mrs.
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