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"I mean that Greece never keeps any unpleasant surprises up her sleeve, surprises such as other countries have of noisy, intruding people. It's terrible how accustomed I'm getting to having everything all to myself, and how I simply love it." He began slowly unpacking the pannier, and laying its contents out on the mound. "You're a puzzle, Rosamund," he said. "Why?"
"Before you go, if you are going," Father Robertson continued, sitting down by the deal table on which he wrote his letters, "I must do what I ought to have done long ago; I must speak to you about your husband." Rosamund did not look up, but he saw her frown, and he saw a movement of her lips; they trembled and then set together in a hard line.
He wrote to the countess, forbidding her sharply and absolutely to attempt a vindication of him by explanations to any persons whomsoever; and stating that he would have no falsehoods told, he desired her to keep to the original tale of the visit of the French family to her as guests of the Countess of Romfrey. Contradictory indeed. Rosamund shook her head over him.
Suddenly, with a little moan she lifted it, and looked at them. "Rosamund! It is Rosamund herself!" gasped Wulf. "Rosamund disguised as Masouda!" And he fell rather than leapt from his saddle and ran to her, murmuring, "God! I thank Thee!" Now she seemed to faint and slid from her horse into his arms, and lay there a moment, while Godwin turned aside his head.
Some one he knew spoke to Dion, and he found himself involved in a long conversation; people moving hid the two women from him, but presently the piano sounded again, and Rosamund sang that first favorite of hers and of Dion's, the "Heart ever faithful," recalling him to a dear day at Portofino where, in a cozy room, guarded by the wintry woods and the gray sea of Italy, he had felt the lure of a faithful spirit, and known the basis of clean rock on which Rosamund had built up her house of life.
Dion looked at her, and thought of the maidens of the porch and of the columns of the Parthenon. "Rosamund," he said, that stillness within him forbade any preparation, any "leading up," "I've joined the City Imperial Volunteers." "The City Imperial Volunteers?" she said. He knew by the sound of her voice that she had not grasped the meaning of what he had done.
But" Dion hesitated "well, he wanted to say a word or two to some one who knew her, I suppose." Rosamund quite understood there were things Dion did not care to tell even to her. She did not want to hear them. She was not at all a curious woman. "I'm glad you are able to take the letter," she said. And then she began to talk about something else. Mr.
Canon Wilton was standing behind her, and presently heard her sigh gently, and almost voluptuously, as if she prolonged the sigh and did not want to let it go. "Yes?" he said, with a half-humorous inflection of the voice. Rosamund looked round gravely. "Did you say something?" "Only yes? in answer to your sigh." "Did I? Yes, I must have. I was thinking "
I think you are the sort of boy who would keep your word at any and all times." Hughie mumbled something that Rosamund took for a promise. In truth, he could not raise his eyes to her face, for they were full of tears, which he was ashamed to show. "I wish you'd let me go away all by myself for a minute. I'll come back before lunch," he said.
'It is a prescription to me. 'An apology? The earl's gorge rose. Why, such an act was comparable to the circular mission of the dog! 'If I do not make the apology, the mother of your child is a coward, said Rosamund. 'She's not. 'I trust not. 'You are a reasonable woman, my dear. Now listen the man insulted you. It's past: done with. He insulted you... 'He did not. 'What?
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