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"No," he said, and his eyes could not face hers, "we can't pay together I must go alone." She laughed a little. "How can you go alone if we are together?" "We shall not be together. I go away, alone, to-morrow." He knew that her eyes were then, very slowly, searching his face. She said, gently, after a moment's pause, "Tell me, Olva, what you mean. Of course we are going together."
The fire had fallen low and only shone now in the recesses of the high fireplace with a dull glimmer. Amongst the shadows it seemed that the Presence was gravely waiting. As Olva held Margaret in his arms he felt that he was fighting to keep her. In the dark hollow of the mirror he thought that he saw the long white road, the mists, the little wood and some one running. . . .
Ridge with a duster. He gave a little sigh and rolled over, tumbling back against the chair, unconscious. "There, sir, now I do 'ope as you'll be all right. Too much book-work, that's what it is, but if a doctor " Olva was lying in his chair now, very pale, his eyes closed. "No, thank you, Mrs. Ridge. It's all right now, thank you quite all right. Yes, I'm ready for lunch very silly of me." Mrs.
It was evident that Bunning was unhappy; he looked as though he had not slept; his face was white and puffy, his eyes dark and heavy. He was paying no attention to the "Huns," but was trying, obviously, to catch Olva's eye. As the reading progressed Olva became more and more uneasy. It showed the things that must be happening to his nerves.
Before him the mountain clouds were now lit with a clear silver light so dazzling that his eyes were lowered. About him was a great silence. He was himself minute in size, a tiny, tiny bending figure. Many years passed. A great glory caught the colour from the sky and earth and held it like a veil before the cloud. In a voice of the most radiant happiness Olva cried
And that, after all, was what it all came to. Perhaps Olva, if there were really to be some "scraps," would be able to work off some of his apprehension, of his breathlessness. Oh! for one wild ten minutes when scruples were flung to the winds, when there was at last in front of one an enemy whom one could touch, whom one could fling, physically, brutally, down before one!
Then gently again, "Let us pray in silence for a few minutes." . . . A great creaking of chairs, more intense silence. At last the voice again "Will those who are sure that they are saved stand up?" Dead silence no one moves. "Will those who wish to be saved stand up?" With one movement every one save only Olva, dark in his corner stands up.
The autumn leaves were dull and sodden upon the drive; the bell and knocker upon the heavy door, from which the paint was worn in places, were rusty. No sound came from the little road beyond. The place seemed absolutely without life. Olva now, as he sent the bell pealing through the passages, knew that this dark desertion had an effect upon his nerves.
Erdington's going to read to us about the Huns and stand a fire of questions afterwards, aren't you, Erdington?" The youth in spectacles gulped. "That's right. That's right. Comfortable now, Dune? Got all you want? That's right. Now we can begin, I think. Minutes of the last meeting, Stevens." Olva placed himself in a corner and looked round the room.
He was the only man in the College for whom he had respect. They were both of them demanding the same thing from the world. They both of them despised their fellow-creatures. Olva, climbing the stairs to his room, stood for a moment in the dark, before he turned on the lights. He spoke aloud in a whisper, as though some one were with him in the room. "This won't do," he said.
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