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It was the discovery that there was a personal equation in such matters, instead of just a simple rule of three, which disorganized the Colonel and made him almost angry; which depressed Mrs. Ercott and made her almost silent.... These two good souls had stumbled on a problem which has divided the world from birth. Shall cases be decided on their individual merits, or according to formal codes?
And then Cramier said: "Put on that scarf thing, Olive, and come round the garden with me." Mrs. Ercott admitted to herself now that what John said was true. Just one gleam of eyes, turned quickly this way and that, as a bird looks for escape; and then Olive had got up and quietly gone with him down the path, till their silent figures were lost to sight. Disturbed to the heart, Mrs.
She has not got those eyes for nothing." "What eyes?" "Eyes that see everything, and seem to see nothing." Conscious that something was hurting her, the Colonel tried to take her hand. But Mrs. Ercott rose quickly, and went where he could not follow. Thus suddenly deserted, the Colonel brooded, drumming on the little table. What now! Dolly was unjust! Poor Dolly! He was as fond of her as ever!
In her heart there was just that little soreness natural to a woman over fifty, whose husband has a niece. "No doubt," she murmured. Something vague moved deep down in the Colonel; he stretched out his hand. In that strip of gloom between the beds it encountered another hand, which squeezed it rather hard. He said: "Look here, old girl!" and there was silence. Mrs. Ercott in her turn was thinking.
There was something in the way the young man had been sitting there beside her so quiet, so almost timid that had touched him. This was bad, by Jove very bad! The two of them, they made, somehow, a nice couple! Confound it! This would not do! The chaplain of the little English church, passing at this moment, called out, "Fine morning, Colonel Ercott." The Colonel saluted, and did not answer.
Ercott went on: "And I saw Olive, when she thought I wasn't looking; it was just as if she'd taken off a mask. But Robert Cramier will never put up with it. He's in love with her still; I watched him. It's tragic, John." The Colonel let his hands fall from the hooks. "If I thought that," he said, "I'd do something." "If you could, it would not be tragic." The Colonel stared.
She became conscious that he was standing just behind her; his figure in its thin covering looked very lean, his face strangely worn. "I'm sorry you put that idea into my head!" he said. "I'm fond of Olive." Again Mrs. Ercott felt that jealous twinge, soon lost this time in the motherliness of a childless woman for her husband. He must not be troubled! He should not be troubled.
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