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Jimmy had never given Lalage his address. All her letters went to the club, whilst those he wrote to her he sent on under cover to one of the waiters, who posted them in town. He, himself, never understood his own reasons for this caution.
I should, under ordinary circumstances, have taken a pleasure in defending the reputations of Blake and Wordsworth, but I shrank from attempting to do so in a pigsty with Lalage Beresford as an opponent, I turned to the last page of the Anti-Cat and read the article entitled "Our Tactics." It was exceedingly short, but it struck me as able. I began to have a great deal of pity for Miss Battersby.
I hardly thought they'd allow him to chop up Selby-Harrison in the College Park." Hilda gaped at me. Lalage went over to the nurse and whispered something in her ear. The nurse shook her head and said that my temperature was normal. "If you're not raving," said Lalage, "you're deliberately talking nonsense. I don't know what you mean, nor does Hilda."
Lalage chose to see something funny in it, and I am bound to say that when I had finished her article I too began to catch a glimpse of the amusing side of it. I spent a long time over the Gazette. The more I read it the greater my perplexity grew.
"And now, Lalage," I said, "you must tell me what brings you to Portugal." "To see you," said Lalage promptly. "It's very nice of you to say that," I said, "and I feel greatly flattered." "Hilda was all for Oberammergau, and Selby-Harrison wanted Normandy. He said there were churches and things there but I think churches are rather rot, don't you?"
For lately, as I was singing my Lalage, and wandered beyond my usual bounds, devoid of care, a wolf in the Sabine wood fled from me, though I was unarmed: such a monster as neither the warlike Apulia nourishes in its extensive woods, nor the land of Juba, the dry-nurse of lions, produces.
He was so desperately in earnest that he succeeded in blinding himself to the financial difficulties ahead; and, though perhaps he did not convince either Lalage or himself, they were both in the mood to risk things. "I'll give up my rooms at Mrs. Benn's, thankfully, and we can take some others, somewhere near Fleet Street, until we can get on our feet," he went on. But Lalage demurred.
"You can't get Miss Battersby now. She's settling flowers." "I must. She's of the utmost importance. I must bring her back with me." "Has the Archdeacon arrived unexpectedly?" "No. What on earth put that into your head? Good-bye." "Wait a minute, Lalage. Take my advice and don't go on. It's not safe. My uncle is threatening you with all sorts of violence. You can guess the sort of temper he's in."
Our list of malefactors that week was a particularly short one and I was able to leave the court house in good time to see Lalage off at the railway station. I was in fact, in very good time and arrived half an hour before the train was advertised to leave. Canon Beresford and Lalage were there before me.
Lalage, who had suffered so much, and, as he realised now, had suffered, too, for him, was in that shop, the sort of place where one could spend one's whole life, and he was going to marry Vera Farlow, and cut the last slender link between himself and the girl he had once loved, was going to make her a last present, of money, and ask her not to write again.
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