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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Thank you with all my heart for everything." "Who told you I was beautiful?" Dierdre flung the question at him. "My sister Mary told me," Brian answered. "Besides I felt it. A man does feel such things perhaps all the more if he is blind." "Your sister Mary?" the girl echoed. "She doesn't think I'm beautiful. Or if she does, it's against her will." "It won't be, after this." "Why not?
"The only thing so far which I know for a fact," I said, "is that you had no right to talk to the man at all. You should have sent for me at once." "You couldn't have come if I had. Dierdre had told me about five minutes before that you were putting Mrs. Beckett to bed, and giving her a massage treatment with a rub-down of alcohol." "Why didn't you ask the man to wait?"
For a second, Dierdre thought this beautiful hair must be blonde, as the woman could not be more than twenty-eight; but the light from the window fell full upon the silver ripples, blanching them to dazzling whiteness. "What a lovely creature," the girl thought. "What can have happened to turn her hair white?" As for the man, Dierdre took an instant dislike to him, for his selfishness.
My ears tingled as if they had been boxed. I suppose I've been rather spoiled by men. Anyhow, not one ever before ran away at sight of me, as if I were Medusa. I'd been hoping that Doctor Paul and I might meet and make friends, so this was a blow: and it hurt a little that Dierdre O'Farrell should see me thus snubbed. I glanced at her; and her faint smile told that she understood.
That she, who had just been shown the secret, inner heart of one blind man, should deliberately wound another, seemed more than she could bear, and live. Brian remained silent, partly because he was still confused, and partly to give Dierdre the chance to speak, which he felt instinctively she would wish to seize. She took a step forward, then stopped, with a sob, shamed tears stinging her eyes.
One can't, for long, when that little angel of a woman wants a thing she who never wants anything for herself, only for others! But I thought Fate might step between Brian and Dierdre Fate, in the shape of Puck. I wasn't at all sure that Julian O'Farrell could be contented to leave his sister and continue his own wanderings. The Red Cross taxi had in truth been only a means to an end.
The Empress Eugénie, it seemed, had loved this room, and often entered it alone to dream of the past. Little could she have guessed then how near she would come to some such end as that fatal queen, second in beauty only to herself. Even if Julian O'Farrell's significant glance hadn't called my attention to his sister, I should have noticed how Dierdre lost her sulky look in listening to Brian.
Why not wait unless you hear again more definitely?" The annoying part of a specious argument is that there's always some truth in it, and it seems like kind advice from wise friends! Anyhow, I did wait. Julian made no further appeal to me, and I felt sure that he said nothing to Dierdre.
I'm sure you weren't, or you'd have had nothing to worry about when Dierdre and I turned up," he faced me down. "No, we weren't engaged," I admitted. "I was just as much of a fraud as you meant Dierdre to be with Father and Mother Beckett. I've no excuse except that it was for Brian's sake. But that's no excuse really, and Brian would despise me if he knew." "There you are!"
But I knew the true inwardness of him now, as I had learned to know the true inwardness of Dierdre. Julian had had his chance to hurt me with his rival. He had used it instead to do me good. He had laughed the other day, "Well, I'll always be something to you anyhow, if only a brother-in-law." But now, he would be more than that, even if he went out of my life, and I never saw him again.
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