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Updated: May 17, 2025
Dion was not in the peace. Dear Rosamund! Did she quite realize? And then Beattie pulled herself up. A disloyal thought surely leaves a stain on the mind through which it passes. Beattie did not want to have a stain on her mind. She cared for it as a delicately refined woman cares for her body, bathing it every day. She put Dion's letter down.
When at last she shut the piano she said to Father Robertson: "That's Dion's my husband's best-loved melody." "I should like to know your husband," said Father Robertson. "You must, when he comes back." "You have no idea, I suppose, how long he will be away?" "No, nor has he." "Then what are you going to do about Mrs. Browning's house?" said the Canon's bass. "Oh well "
But now she saw plainly that she would resign the pleasure of being a universally admired woman, whose modest home attracted the most distinguished men in the city, for the far greater happiness which would be hers as Dion's beloved wife. With him, cherished by his love, she believed that she could find far greater joy in solitude than in the gay course of her present life.
But Dion's conjecture that the tears sparkling in Helena's eyes when she entered their room at dusk were connected with another resident of the capital, spite of his wife's indignant denial, appeared to be correct; for, a short time after, clear voices were heard in front of the-house, and when a deep, hearty laugh rang out, Dion started up, exclaiming, "Gorgias never laughs in that way, except when he has had some unusual piece of good fortune!"
She sat down at the writing-table from which Jimmy's photograph had vanished. "Read your letters, or read a book," she said. And she picked up a pen. She did not look at him again, and she tried hard to detach her mind from him. She took a sheet of writing-paper, and began to write to Jimmy, but she was painfully aware of Dion's presence in the room, of every slightest movement that he made.
Both showed a degree of self-reliance unusual, at their age; but the architect's was the assurance which a man gains by toil and his own merit, Dion's that which is bestowed by large possession and a high position in society.
The maid had watched her career with much interest, and while Barine had been her mistress's guest her efforts to amuse and soothe her were unceasing. She had gone every morning to Berenike to ask tidings of Dion's health, and always brought favourable news.
This man, out of a design against Dion, stood up one day in an assembly, and, having sufficiently railed at the citizens as a set of fools, that could not see how they had made an exchange of a dissolute and drunken for a sober and watchful despotism, and thus having publicly declared himself Dion's enemy, took his leave.
He was thinking: "And when the two, altered, come together again, if they ever do, what then?" He had noticed that Rosamund never seemed to think of Dion's death in South Africa as a possibility. When she spoke of him she assumed his return as a matter of course. Did she never think of death, then?
Only a party of Dion's hired soldiers, on first taking the alarm, advanced to the rescue; neither did they at first know what to do, or how to employ the aid they brought, not being able to hear the commands of their officers, amidst the noise and confusion of the Syracusans, who fled from the enemy and ran in among them, breaking through their ranks, until Dion, seeing none of his orders could be heard, resolved to let them see by example what they ought to do, and charged into the thickest of the enemy.
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