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We got out, yawning, our teeth chattering, and grimy with night, on to a platform black-smudged by drizzling rain, in the middle of a sheet of mist which was torn by blasts of distant whistling. Disinterred from the carriages, our shadows heaped themselves there and waited, like bales of goods in the dawn's winter. Adjutant Marcassin, who had gone in quest of instructions, returned at last.
I then saw, from the deck of the Windhover, so strange a vision that it could not be related to this lower sphere of ours. It could be thought that dawn's bluish twilight radiated from the Windhover. We were the luminary, and our faint aura revealed, through the melting veil, an outer world that had no sky, no plane, no bounds. It was void.
"Then I will," and she flew at the top of her speed to the bank where he was sitting. "May I go and see that lady out on the rock, papa?" "Why? Do you know her?" No, but I must go," and as she spoke Dawn's eyes had that strange look which betokened an inner vision. "Yes, daughter, go," was his answer, and she bounded from his side, and was close to the weeping stranger, in an instant.
He might as well have relinquished the chase, for his chances here had grown as faint as those of pretty Dora Cowper whose leg he classically stated he had pulled had grown with him. Ah, well, there is a law of retribution in all things, direct or indirect, visible or invisible. I lay awake a long time contemplating the best way of approaching Grandma Clay in regard to Dawn's singing lessons.
In the face of that, I should scarcely follow you into the country where, by all accounts, you've come to escape me. It's purely a coincidence that you find me here." He caught Lady Dawn's eyes resting on him. They were wide and clear and interrogating. He knew what she was remembering: that it was in this room within the hour that he had said, "But I want her. I can't do without her.
I expect Dawn's earnestness will kindle such desires among these home-loving people, that by next spring, all L will embark for Europe." "Some fuel will not ignite," said Dawn, casting a mischievous glance at Florence. "I think foreign travel has injured my pupil's manners," remarked Mrs. Temple, assuming an air of dignity. "Yes, you must take her in charge immediately," answered her father.
Nevertheless, the thing was to be done, and we set about the preparations with care and assiduity. It was a small matter to round in our weather braces, until the yards were nearly square, but the rigging out of her studding-sail booms, and the setting of the sails, was a job to occupy the Dawn's people several minutes.
Two days following Dawn's rescue from the accident, Ernest called upon me, and occupying one of the stiff chairs before the fireplace under the Gorgonean representations of Jim Clay, looked hopelessly self-conscious and inclined to blush like a schoolboy every time the door opened, but Dawn did not make her appearance.
Miss Evans carried flowers, Dawn's favorites, to her each day, with the hope that she would revive. On the contrary, they only served to keep the spell of languor upon her. At last her husband grew alarmed, and one evening after she had retired to rest, earlier than usual, he sought Miss Evans, who, hearing his step on the carriage path, knew he was alone, and expected to be summoned to his wife.
However, you will not let Dawn know my ideas of disposing of her;" and with the want of perspicacity of his sex, or else with a wonderful power of covering his thoughts excelling that of women, and of which women never suspect men, Ernest promised without sensing what I had in view. Contention arose in the Clay household next day, Dawn's singing lessons being at the root of the trouble.
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