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Six weeks later Coombe was driven again up the climbing road to Darreuch. There was something less of colour than usual in his face, but the slightly vivid look of shock observing persons had been commenting upon had died out. As he had travelled, leaning back upon the cushions of the railway carriage, he had kept his eyes closed for the greater part of the journey.
He had told her the whole story of his week at Darreuch and she had listened with an interest at moments almost breathless. "Do you feel that you shall remain the new type of man, or was it only a temporary phase?" she inquired. "I told her that I felt I was living on a new planet. London is the old planet and I have returned to it. But not as I left it. Something has come back with me."
She went very shortly thinking she would return in half an hour at most, but the moment she lay down, her tired eyelids dropped and she slept as she had not slept since her first night at Darreuch Castle. When she wakened it was not with a start or sense of anxiety even though she found herself sitting up in the broad morning light.
After he first caught sight of the small old towers of Darreuch he could not drag his eyes from them. "She's there! She's there! They're both there together!" he said over and over. Just before they left the carriage he wakened as it were and spoke to Coombe. "She won't be frightened," he said. "I told her last night." Coombe had asked himself if he must go to her.
Robin touched her with the tip of her finger. "It can't be only a dream, Dowie," she said. "He's too real. I am too real. We are too happy." She hesitated a second. "If he were here at Darreuch in the daytime I should not always know where he had been when he was away. Only his coming back would matter. He can't tell me now just where he comes from. He says 'Not yet. But he comes.
What he discovered was that she had been born of the elect, the women who know what to say, what to let others say and what to beautifully leave unsaid. Her unconscious genius was quite exquisite. Now and then he made the night journey to Darreuch Castle and each time she met him with her frank childlike kiss he was more amazed and uplifted by her aspect.
"It seemed to change me into another type of man," Coombe once said to the Duchess. The man into whom he had been transformed was he who lived through the next few days at Darreuch even as though life were a kindly faithful thing. Many other men, he told himself, must have lived as he did and he wondered if any of them ever forgot it. It was a thing set apart.
Finding it she had lost hold and been overwhelmed. That was all. But as Jock Macaur carried her back to Darreuch, Dowie followed with slow heavy feet and heart. They took her to the Tower room and laid her on her sofa because she had faintly whispered. "Please let me lie by the window," as they mounted the stone stairs. "Open it wide," she whispered again when Macaur had left them alone.
"So do I," the Duchess said. "So do I. But if I were to go to her, questioning would begin at once." "My going to Darreuch would attract no attention. It never did after the first year. But she has not said she wished to see me. I gave my word. I shall never see her again unless she asks me to come. She does not need me. She has Donal." "What do you believe?" she asked.
She's got everything and she sees red with frenzy at the bestiality. She'll burst in just at the right time! Jackson knew!" "I must not go trembling to her," Donal said on the morning when at last long last, it seemed he drove with Coombe up the moor road to Darreuch. "But," bravely, "what does it matter? I'm trembling because I'm going to her!"
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