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He couldn't have survived for long, and yet there is a strain of genuine loveliness, the note of pure beauty in the verse of Dowson. He was poet, and kept to his creed with lover-like tenacity. He helped close a period that was distinguished all over the world, the period of the sunflower.
"I didn't want to tell you," she said, when she had finished, "but you asked for it, and now you've got it." "It's very amusing," said Mr. Foss. "I wonder who the dark young man in the fancy knickers is?" "Ah, I daresay you'll know some day," said Mrs. Dowson. "Was the fair young man a good-looking chap?" inquired the inquisitive Mr. Foss. Mrs. Dowson hesitated. "Yes," she said, defiantly.
Much to Antonia's relief the party rose from the table a moment later; and with a stern determination in her mind not to allow Mr. Dowson another opportunity to make the avowal which she knew very well trembled on his lips, Toni bustled gaily about, helping to clear the table and make things ready for the evening's festivity. Mr. Dowson's pale eyes followed her about rather wistfully.
Dowson was really and irrevocably in love with Toni; and it is only fair to the young man to say that he was quite unconscious of his self-betrayal. He had not been able to hide his anxiety on hearing of Toni's indisposition.
It was her very love for her husband which had made her so fatally ready to believe that only by leaving him could she give him the freedom which he was supposed by his wife to desire. And Eva knew quite well that without her connivance and encouragement Leonard Dowson would never have dared to utter his proposal to the young wife of Owen Rose.
"Stand up, Miss Robin, and make your curtsey," whispered Dowson. Robin did as she was told, and Mrs. Gareth-Lawless' pretty brows ran up. "Look at her legs," she said. "She's growing like Jack and the Bean Stalk though, I suppose, it was only the Bean Stalk that grew. She'll stick through the top of the house soon. Look at her legs, I ask you."
Foss, who had been out of town on a job, came in to hear the result of her visit to the fortune-teller, and found Mr. Lippet installed in the seat that used to be his. At first Mrs. Dowson turned a deaf ear to his request for information, and it was only when his jocularity on the subject passed the bounds of endurance that she consented to gratify his curiosity.
There was something unusual in her manifestations of her feeling. The intense eyes followed the woman often, as if making sure of her presence and reality. The first day of Mademoiselle's residence in the place she saw the little thing suddenly stop playing with her doll and look at Dowson earnestly for several moments. Then she left her seat and went to the kind creature's side.
"Are you fond of toys yourself, Dowson?" he inquired coldly. "I am that and I know how to choose them, your lordship," replied Dowson, with a large, shrewd intelligence. "Then oblige me by throwing away the doll and its accompaniments and buying some toys for yourself, at my expense. You can present them to Miss Robin as a personal gift. She will accept them from you."
She must always seem to be only Sarah Ann Dowson and never forget. But delicate and unusual as this problem was, it was not the thing which made her heart heavy.
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