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For that reason a little feeling of remorse added enthusiasm now to their plotting. Mrs. Westley was delighted at Gyp's desire to hear the concert and to include Miss Gray in the party. And Miss Gray's face had flushed with genuine pleasure when Gyp invited her.
And he found it perfectly easy, lying in his bunk, to dwell on memories of Diana handing him tea, or glancing up at him, while he turned the leaves of her songs, with that enticing mockery in her eyes and about her lips; and yet the next moment to be swept from head to heel by the longing to feel Gyp's arms around him, to hear her voice, look in her eyes, and press his lips on hers.
The dog on Gyp's feet stirred, snuffled, turned round, and fell heavily against her legs again. She said quietly: "I was hearing of Daisy only to-day. She's quite a star now, isn't she?" Mrs. Wagge sighed. Mr. Wagge looked away and answered: "It's a sore subject. There she is, making her forty and fifty pound a week, and run after in all the papers. She's a success no doubt about it.
"Mes pauvres amis I 'ave so many. They won't understand. They say: 'That's one of Gyp's leetle jokes. They won't believe it they won't dare." She gave him her hand, and he touched it perfunctorily. "It's as you like, of course. You have only to let me know." "You are ver' kind." He showed her to the door, and rang the bell for the servant.
When on the fifth day the postman left nothing but a bill for little Gyp's shoes, and a note from Aunt Rosamund at Harrogate, where she had gone with Winton for the annual cure, Gyp's heart sank to the depths. Was this the end?
At home, in her room, Gyp's eloquent arguments had seemed to lose some of their force. Jerry persisted in seeing complications in the course that had fallen to her lot. "It's acting a lie," she protested. "The cause justifies that," cried Gyp, sweepingly. "Anyway, I don't believe Dr. Caton will be half as hard on you as he would have been on Ginny Cox.
I'll blind and count twenty and you hide and we mustn't make a sound!" which, you know, is a very hard thing to do when one is playing hide-and-seek. Gyp's charm and there was much charm in this lanky girl lay in her irrepressible spirits. Gyp was certain and every boy and girl of her acquaintance knew it to find an opportunity for "fun" in the most unpromising circumstances.
Without a quiver, he met those tear-darkened, dilated eyes straining at his; with a heavy sigh, she once more turned away, and, brushing her handkerchief across her face, drew down her veil. It was not true he knew from the mutterings of Gyp's fever but no one, not even Summerhay's mother, should hear a whisper if he could help it.
Not for want of his beseeching. And no doubt, if she had survived Gyp's birth, they would have gone. But to face the prospect of ruining two men, as it looked to her, had till then been too much for that soft-hearted creature. Death stilled her struggle before it was decided. There are women in whom utter devotion can still go hand in hand with a doubting soul.
She took Gyp's hand. "And yet, one thing is certain. With those eyes and those lips and that figure, YOU have a time before you!" Gyp withdrew her hand, smiled, and shook her head; she did not believe in love. "Ah, but you will turn some heads! No fear! as you English say. There is fatality in those pretty brown eyes!"
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