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Still more the patient Helena who waited for him at the farm the grateful exultant look when he said "Come" and every detail of the scene in Dansworth: Helena with her most professional air, driving through soldiers and police, Helena helping to carry and place the two wounded men, and that smiling "good-bye" she had thrown him as she drove away with Buntingford beside her.
'It is all very glad, said Siegmund to himself, 'but it seems to be fanciful. He was out of it. Already he felt detached from life. He belonged to his destination. It is always so: we have no share in the beauty that lies between us and our goal. Helena watched with poignant sorrow all the agitation of colour on the blue afternoon.
I hope you liked it?" "Very much." The tone was noncommittal. "I don't suppose he told you how he worked," said Cynthia, smiling. "Oh, he's a great dear, Philip! Only he takes a good deal of knowing." "Did you ever see his wife?" said Helena abruptly. Cynthia's movement showed her unpleasantly startled.
'It is a very pretty name, said my new friend. 'And how old are you, Helena? 'I am past seven, I said. 'My birthday comes in the spring, in March. Have you any little girls, and are any of them seven? I would like to know some little girls as big as me. 'I have lots, said Mrs. Nestor. 'One of them is in the pony-carriage outside. I daresay you can see her from the window.
'My poor, silly, little Helena, she said. I was touched and ashamed, but irritated also; grandmamma understood me better than I understood myself. 'We are going out now, she said, 'put on your things as quickly as you can. I have several shops to go to, and the afternoons close in very early in London just now.
"That will do," said Lady Earle, with a smile; "I have been very explicit, but I fear it has been in vain. Have you heard anything I have said, Beatrice?" She blushed, and looked so confused that Lady Helena said, laughingly: "You may go do not be ashamed. Many years ago I was just as much in love myself, and just as unable to think of anything else as you are now."
Helena looked in amusement at him. She was perfectly self-possessed in presence of the delightful little lady. 'This is one of the few places that has ever felt like home to me, she said. She lifted a tangled bunch of fine white currants. 'Ah! exclaimed Siegmund, smiling at her. 'One of the few places where everything is friendly, she said. 'And everybody.
We are but dull company for him, poor boy all the world are but dull company for him at present, since she is not of them. Poor boy! poor Victor! it is very hard on him." "I begin to think Edith will never be found," said Lady Helena with a sigh. "My dear aunt, I don't. No one is ever lost, utterly, in these days. She will be found, believe me, unless " "Well?" "Unless she is dead."
Helena, but this was merely on the surface, for far below the rough exterior there was a world of goodness, a mine of gems, kept bright by memories of the angel child which flitted for so brief a span across his pathway and then was lost forever. He had tried so hard to save her had clasped her so fondly to his bosom when with extended arms she came to him for aid.
In the single fact that it necessitates a special fiat of the inconceivable Author of this sand-cloud of worlds to produce the flora of St. Helena, we read its more than sufficient condemnation.
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