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But to tell the truth would be to wound her father, to vex him against Eglington even as he had never yet been vexed. Besides, it was hard, while Eglington was there, to tell what, after all, was the sole affair of her own life. In one literal sense, Eglington was not guilty of deceit.
Pictures it was all vivid pictures, that awful visualisation of sorrow which, if it continues, breaks the heart or wrests the mind from its sanity. If only she did not see! But she did see Eglington and the Woman together, saw him look into her eyes, take her hands, put his arm round her, draw her face to his! Her heart seemed as if it must burst, her lips cried out.
"These are critical days there. The problems are worthy of your care. Will you not come?" Eglington was conscious of a peculiar persuasive influence over himself that he had never felt before. In proportion, however, as he felt its compelling quality, there came a jealousy of the man who was its cause.
I never heard a word from David Claridge that might not be written on the hoardings. His honour is deeper than that which might attach to the title of Earl of Eglington." She seemed to tower above him. For an instant she looked him in the eyes with frigid dignity, but a great scorn in her face. Then she went to the door he hastened to open it for her.
"And perhaps I shall be, too," she went on, her eyes fixed on the crowd passing by, Eglington among them. David saw Eglington also, and moved forward with her. "We shall meet in Hamley," she said composedly, as she saw her husband leave the crush and come towards her. As Eglington noticed David, a curious enigmatical glance flashed from his eyes. He came forward, however, with outstretched hand.
Slowly Eglington moved back to put the retort on a long table against the wall, and Soolsby stepped forward till he stood where the electric sparks were gently hissing about him. Now Eglington leaned against the table, poured some alcohol on his fingers to cleanse the acid from them, and wiped them with a piece of linen, while he looked inquiringly at Soolsby. Still, Soolsby did not speak.
Is there no right in the matter?" "In affairs of state other circumstances than absolute 'right' enter. Here and there the individual is sacrificed who otherwise would be saved if it were expedient." "Oh, Eglington! He is of your own county, of your own village, is your neighbour, a man of whom all England should be proud. You can intervene if you will be just, and say you will.
Three times David had gone to the Cloistered House; once Hylda and he had met in the road leading to the old mill, and once at Soolsby's hut. Twice, also, in the garden of his old home he had seen her, when she came to visit Faith, who had captured her heart at once. Eglington and Faith had not met, however.
Monte Carlo would do you a world of good I'd go with you. Eglington gambles here" she watched Hylda closely "why shouldn't you gamble there?" "Eglington gambles?" Hylda's face took on a frightened look, then it cleared again, and she smiled. "Oh, of course, with international affairs, you mean. Well, I must stay here and be the croupier." "Nonsense! Eglington is his own croupier.
He moved uneasily, changed his position. "Does he know?" Eglington questioned again quietly. There was no need for Eglington to explain who he was. "Of course he does not know I said so. If he knew, do you think he'd be in Egypt and you here, my lord?" Eglington was very quiet. His intellect more than his passions were now at work. "I am not sure. You never can tell.
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