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At this moment Gaston had his first deep feeling of responsibility. "My dear," she said at last, "people in our position have important duties. Here is a large estate. Am I not clear? You will never be quite part of this life till you bring a wife here. That will give you a sense of responsibility. You will wake up to many things then. Will you not marry? There is Delia Gasgoyne.
At other times there was an indefinable something which Gaston had not noticed in England. But then he had only seen her once. She, too, saw something in him unnoticed before. It was on his tongue a hundred times to tell her that that something was Delia Gasgoyne. He did not. Perhaps because it seemed so grotesque, perhaps because it was easier to drift.
Sir William and Mr. Gasgoyne got the whole tale from the landlord, whom they asked to say nothing publicly. Lady Belward drove down each day, and sat beside him for a couple of hours-silent, solicitous, smoothing his pillow or his wasting hand. The brain had been injured, and recovery could not be immediate.
He to pace the world beside this fine queenly creature Delia Gasgoyne carrying on the traditions of the Belwards! Was it, was it possible? "Pardon me," he said at last gently, as he saw Lady Belward shrink and then look curiously at him, "something struck me, and I couldn't help it." "Was what I said at all ludicrous?"
Near the church they met Sir William and Lady Belward. There were salutations, and presently Gaston slowly followed his grandfather and grandmother into the courtyard. Sir William, looking back, said to his wife: "Do you think that Gaston should be told?" "No, no, there is no danger. Gaston, my dear, shall marry Delia Gasgoyne." "Shall marry? wherefore 'shall'? Really, I do not see."
I've heard him speak of both, but which is in him I do not remember." "It is very painful; but, poor fellow, it is not his fault, and we ought to be content." "Indeed, it gives him great originality. Our old families need refreshing now and then." "Ah, yes, I said so to Mrs. Gasgoyne the other day, and she replied that the refreshment might prove intoxicating. Reine was always rude."
Why, he has lived most of his life with savages!" "Vandyke might have painted the man," Lord Dargan had added. "Vandyke did paint him," had put in Delia Gasgoyne from behind her mother. "How do you mean, Delia?" Mrs. Gasgoyne had added, looking curiously at her. "His picture hangs in the dining-room."
He could have wished secrecy for Delia Gasgoyne, and for his grandfather and grandmother, he was not wilfully brutal, but otherwise he had no shame at all; he would stand openly for his right. Better one honest passion than a life of deception and miserable compromise. A British M.P.? He had thrown away his reputation, said the papers. By this?
But how different from Delia! He suddenly turned, and said bluntly, in a low voice: "Belward, what a fool what a fool! You had it all at your feet: the best the very best." Gaston answered quietly: "It's an awkward time for talking. The rocks will have your yacht in half an hour." Gasgoyne turned towards it. "Yes, she'll get a raking fore and aft."
"Nerves, all nerves, Mr. Belward," he said, turning towards Gaston. "But, then, it was ticklish-ticklish." They did not shake hands. Gaston was looking at Delia, and he did not reply. Mr. Gasgoyne continued: "Nasty sea coming on afraid to try Point du Raz. Of course we didn't know you were here." He looked at Andree curiously. He was struck by the girl's beauty and force.
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