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One of these trees is a gnarled old oak. As Rylton steps into this open glade the oak attracts him. He looks at it first carelessly, and then with sharp interest. What strange fruit is that hanging on it? A foot! an exquisite little slipper! He stands still, and looks higher; and there he sees Tita embedded amongst the leaves, half reclining on a giant bough and reading.
This is madness," says Rylton, turning suddenly to her. In a sense, though without a gesture, he repulses her. She looks back at him; rage is in her heart at first, but, seeing him as he is, rage gives place to triumph. He is actually livid. She has moved him, then. She still has power over him. Oh for time, time only!
I know you will think me horrid to say what I am going to say, and really there is nothing only I am so fond of Tita." "It is not horrid of you to say that," says Rylton, smiling. "No. I know that. But that isn't all. I am afraid Tita has an enemy in this house." "Impossible," says Rylton. He rises, smiling always, but as if to put a termination to the interview.
I tell you this, that the night when I discovered that, I longed for death as a solution of my misery. To care for nothing nothing!" "There was something," says Margaret. "There was Tita!" "Was there?" "Certainly there was." "She has proved it," says Rylton, breaking into a sort of heart-broken mirth. "She is angry now," says Margaret eagerly.
Lady Rylton is often a little just a little prone to prying especially of late; ever since the arrival of that small impossible heiress, for example; and then very softly she slips her hand into his. "What an evening!" says she with delicate fervour. "How sweet, how perfect, Maurice!" "Well?" in a rather cold, uncompromising way. Mrs. Bethune gives him a quick glance.
"A delightful story," says he, with a sneer. "So fresh, so original!" "Very dull, I think," says Mrs. Chichester, who can't hold her tongue. "An everyday sort of thing. Lady Rylton, what do you think?" But when they look round for her they find Tita has disappeared. It is now eleven o'clock.
"Why " begins she, surprised. She sees he has her travelling-bag in his hand, and that he wants to pass her to open the window. "This is our station," says he. "This?" "Yes. I think I told you the new place I had bought was in this county." "Yes. I know, but so near " Rylton has opened the door, and is calling to a porter. Evan comes up.
Her petticoat all white lace, too, and caught here and there with tiny knots of pale pink ribbons is naturally shorter than her gown would be, and shows the dainty little feet beneath them. "When youth and beauty meet together, There's worke for breath." And surely here are youth and beauty met together! Rylton, seeing the sweet combination, draws a long breath.
"It seemed to me very much like that," says Rylton, his eyes white and cold. "I know what you mean," says Tita. "And," with open contempt, "I'm sorry for you you think Tom is in love with me! And you therefore refuse to let me have a single word with him at any time. And why? What does it matter to you, when you don't care? When you are not in love with me!" Rylton makes a slight movement.
Good heavens, Margaret, I hope you are not in love with him, too!" says Lady Rylton. "Too?" Margaret looks blank. "She means me," says Mrs. Bethune, with a slight, insolent smile. "You know, don't you, how desperately in love with Maurice I am?" "I know nothing," says Miss Knollys, a little curtly. "Ah, you will!" says Mrs. Bethune, with her queer smile.
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