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And Barbara, covered by the network of sunlight, could not help impatience with a suffering which seemed to her so corrigible by action. At last she ventured: "Life is short, Eusty!" Miltoun's answer, given without movement, startled her: "Persuade me that it is, Babs, and I'll bless you.
But slowly that stillness stole into Miltoun's spirit. "Is it like this in the grave?" he thought. "Are the boughs of those trees the dark earth over me? And the sound in them the sound the dead hear when flowers are growing, and the wind passing through them? And is the feel of this earth how it feels to lie looking up for ever at nothing?
If she herself were in doubt as to the state of her affections, it was not as with Miltoun, on the score of the senses and the heart, but on the score of her spirit and curiosity, which Courtier had awakened and caused to flap their wings a little. She worried over Miltoun's forlorn case; it hurt her too to think of Mrs. Noel eating her heart out in that lonely cottage.
She said rather timidly: "I'm so glad you're better, dear. What a time you must have had! It's too bad that I knew nothing till yesterday!" But Miltoun's answer was, as usual, thoroughly disconcerting. "Thanks, yes! I have had a perfect time and have now to pay for it, I suppose." Held back by his smile from bending to kiss him, poor Lady Valleys fidgeted from head to foot.
Lady Casterley lowered the coronetted sheet of paper. The ghost of a grimace haunted her face she had not forgotten her daughter's youth. Raising the letter again, she read on: "I'm sure Geoffrey and I feel years younger than either Miltoun or Agatha, though we did produce them. One doesn't feel it with Bertie or Babs, luckily. The war scare is having an excellent effect on Miltoun's candidature.
Leaning against the tree Miltoun gave himself to memory. From the silent boughs which drooped round his dark figure, a little sleepy bird uttered a faint cheep; a hedgehog, or some small beast of night, rustled away in the grass close by; a moth flew past, seeking its candle flame. And something in Miltoun's heart took wings after it, searching for the warmth and light of his blown candle of love.
The fever in Miltoun's veins seemed to have stolen through the clutch of his hands into her own veins. Her face was burning, she thought confusedly, breathed unevenly. She felt sore, and at the same time terribly sorry; and withal there kept rising in her the gusty memory of Harbingers kiss. She hurried down the stairs, turned by instinct down-hill and found herself on the Embankment.
Women were, like Life itself, creatures to be watched, carefully used, and kept duly subservient. The only allusion therefore that he made to Miltoun's trouble was very sudden. "Old man, I hope you're going to cut your losses." The words were followed by undisturbed silence: But passing Mrs. Noel's cottage Miltoun said: "Take my horse on; I want to go in here."....
Lady Valleys laid her hand on his arm. "You must allow us a little logic too, my dear. You don't seriously imagine that she would wish you to throw away your life for her? I'm not such a bad judge of character as that." She stopped before the expression on Miltoun's face. "You go too fast," he said; "I may become a free spirit yet."
When after breakfast she entered Miltoun's 'den, he was buckling on his spurs preparatory, to riding out to some of the remoter villages. Under the mask of the Apache chief, Bertie was standing, more inscrutable and neat than ever, in a perfectly tied cravatte, perfectly cut riding breeches, and boots worn and polished till a sooty glow shone through their natural russet.
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