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He had filled out since the preceding summer and looked much better in health. But his left arm was still generally in its sling. 'They had every crime! said Cicely impatiently. 'It isn't worth discriminating. Marsworth raised his eyebrows. 'Poor boys! Cicely flushed. 'You think, of course, I have no right to criticise anything in khaki! 'Not at all.
He promptly took his place beside the chauffeur, and Farrell and his sister were left to each other's company. Farrell had seldom known his companion more cross and provoking than she was during the long motor ride home; and on their arrival at Carton she jumped out of the car, and with barely a nod to Marsworth, vanished into the house.
But that kind of weakness in a woman when that woman also possesses the mysterious something, half physical, half spiritual, which gives delight is never unpleasing to such men as Marsworth, nor indeed to other women.
Marsworth assented sadly. It was a pale September day. In the country, among English woods and heaths the sun was still strong, and trees and bracken, withered heath, and reddening berries, burned and sparkled beneath it.
Marsworth said to himself presently that young Fellows' chances were good. But in truth he hardly remembered anything about them, except that by the help of them he had kissed Cicely! And he had yet to find out what that remarkable fact was to mean, either to himself or to her. She refused to let him take her back to the farm, and she only gave him a finger in farewell.
'No fresh news, dear Mrs. Sarratt, nothing whatever, he said at once, meeting her hungry eyes. 'And you? She shook her head. 'Don't worry. You'll get it soon. I've sent the motor back to Windermere for the evening papers. Meanwhile Marsworth found himself reduced to watching Cicely, and presently he found himself more angry and disgusted than he had ever yet been. How could she? How dared she?
But then, why did he still pursue her? why did he still lay claim to the privileges of their old intimacy, and why did Cicely allow him to do so? At last one evening, after a visit from Marsworth which had been one jar from beginning to end, Cicely had suddenly dropped on a stool, beside Nelly on the sofa. 'What an intolerable man! she said with crimson cheeks.
'Give me any message for him you like or any questions you'd like me to ask. 'Yes' she said, vaguely. It seemed to him she was walking languidly, and he was struck by her weary look. The afternoon had turned windy and cold with gusts of rain. But when he suggested an immediate return to the cottage, Nelly would have none of it. 'We were to meet Captain Marsworth and Miss Stewart. Where are they?
She was describing for instance a certain ducal household in which she had just been spending the week-end, and Marsworth heard her say She found out afterwards they came from a nurse-maid she had sent away. "Madam, don't you talk to us, but look at 'ome! examine your own nursewy, Madam, and hold your tongue!" She did examine, and I found her cwying.
They walked on beside each other, strangely content. And yet, with what undercurrents of sensitive and wounded consciousness on her side, of anxiety on his! At the top of Red Bank they came up with Marsworth and Miss Stewart. Nelly's curiosity was more piqued than ever.
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