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They slipped the painter, a sailor took Andree's place at the helm, the oars were got out, and they made over to the channel, grazing the bar once or twice, by reason of the now heavy load. Warren Gasgoyne and Gaston had not yet spoken in the way of greeting. The former went to Delia now and said a few cheery words, but, from behind her handkerchief, she begged him to leave her alone for a moment.
He took Delia Gasgoyne to her mother, talked to Lady Belward a little, and then went quietly back to where he had seen Alice. She was gone. Just then some people from town came to speak to him, and he was detained. When he was free he searched, but she was nowhere to be found. He went to Lady Belward. Yes, Miss Wingfield had gone.
Promise me." "I cannot promise, Lady Dargan," he answered, "for such trouble as I have had before I have had to bear alone, and the habit is fixed, I fear. Still, I am grateful to you just the same, and I shall never forget it. But will you tell me why people regard me from so tragical a stand- point?" "Do they?" "Well, there's yourself, and there's Mrs. Gasgoyne, and there's my uncle Ian."
He came to her now with a smile, greeted her heartily, and then turned to Lady Dargan. Captain Maudsley carried off Mrs. Gasgoyne, and the two were left together the second time since the evening of Gaston's arrival, so many months before. Lady Dargan had been abroad, and was just returned.
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."
"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.
He came to her now with a smile, greeted her heartily, and then turned to Lady Dargan. Captain Maudsley carried off Mrs. Gasgoyne, and the two were left together the second time since the evening of Gaston's arrival, so many months before. Lady Dargan had been abroad, and was just returned.
But the nephew persisted: "I say, Belward, Aunt Sophie was cut up no end when she heard of it. She wouldn't go out to dinner that night at Lord Dunfolly's, and, of course, I didn't go. And I wanted to; for Delia Gasgoyne was to be there, and she's ripping." Lady Dargan, in spite of herself, blushed, but without confusion, and Gaston adroitly led the conversation otherwhere.
Gaston was no philosopher, but he could place a thing when he saw it: which is a kind of genius. Presently Sir William said quietly: "Mrs. Gasgoyne, you knew Robert well; his son ought to know you." Gaston turned to Mrs.
Then, with a burst of reproach, indignation, and trouble: "Great God, as if you hadn't been the luckiest man on earth! Delia, the estate, the Commons all for a dompteuse!" "Let us say nothing more," said Gaston, choking down wrath at the reference to Andree, but sorrowful, and pitying Mr. Gasgoyne. Besides, the man had a right to rail. Soon after they parted courteously.
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