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I don't think she will even mention our meeting," he said to himself. Now for a few steps Miss Lutworth drew Arabella Clinker on ahead. "Arabella, you dear," she whispered, "I don't want to say a word against Cis who, of course, is all right but I have a feeling we won't tell her we've met this dryad of a Halcyone La Sarthe. Have you got that instinct, too?"
It was enveloped in the voluminous folds of the remains of an old blue silk curtain, a relic of other days, when rich stuffs hung before the windows of La Sarthe Chase. "I took the covering from the Spanish Chest in the long gallery," Halcyone announced. "I had played with it for years, and the color suits her it must be the same as are her real eyes."
And always when Halcyone read her "Heroes" she felt it was her beautiful father and mother who were the real Halcyone and Ceyx, and she longed to see the blue summer sea and the pleasant isles of Greece that she might find their floating nest and see them sail away happily for ever over those gentle southern waves. Mr.
Then from a small dispatch box, which he had got his servant to put by his bed, he drew forth a little gold case, in which for all these years he had kept an oak leaf. He had had it made in the enthusiasm of his youth when he had returned to London after Halcyone, the wise-eyed child, had given it to him, and it had gone about everywhere with him since as a sort of fetish.
It seemed to be now real, and now a wraith, as it flitted from tree to tree, but at last he knew it was real it was she Halcyone! He started to his feet, and there stood waiting for her. She came with the gliding movement he now knew belonged in her dual personality to the night. Her hair was all unbound, and her garment was white. All reason, all resolution left him. He held out his arms.
One of his eyebrows had grown in later years at least an inch long and seemed to bristle ready for battle when he was angry. "I think he has behaved as no gentleman should," he growled, "and I would rather not mention him." "You know of things perhaps with which I am not acquainted," said Halcyone, "but from my point of view, there is nothing to judge him for.
He paused with a wildly beating heart in which joy and agony fought for mastery, but, as she turned to see who this stranger could be, thus breaking in upon her solitude, his voice, hoarse with emotion, said aloud her name: "Halcyone!" She started to her feet, and then sank back upon the bench again unsteadily, and he came forward to her side.
So Halcyone left him and took her way down the garden and through the little gate into the park. It seemed like revisiting some scene in a former life, so deep was the chasm which separated the last time she walked that way from this day. She passed the oak tree without stopping. She would not give way to any weakness or the grief which threatened to overwhelm her.
He revolved the situation over and over. Halcyone must be made aware of the accident, if she had not already read of it in the morning papers; but she must not be allowed to do anything rash and as he got thus far in his meditations, a waiter knocked at the old-fashioned sitting-room door, and Halcyone herself brushed past him into the room. She was deadly pale, and for a moment did not speak.
At that moment, the dark servant brought tea, and the fine oriental china pleased Halcyone whose perceptions took in the texture of every single thing she came in contact with. The old man seemed to go into a reverie, he was quite silent while he poured out the tea, forgetting to enquire her tastes as to cream and sugar he drank his black and handed Halcyone a cup of the same.
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