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'Well, I suppose when peace comes, if there's no news then, she will have to give it up. By the way, when may one legally presume that one's husband is dead? asked Hester, suddenly lifting her shrewd grey eyes to the face of her visitor. 'It used to be seven years. But I believe now you can go to the Courts 'If a woman wants to re-marry? Well that, of course, Nelly Sarratt will never do!
She played watch-dog steadily, not resented by Farrell, and unsuspected by Nelly. Her one aim was that the stream of Nelly's frail life should not be muddied by any vile gossip; and she achieved it. The few neighbours who had made acquaintance with 'little Mrs. Sarratt' had, all of them been tacitly, nay eagerly willing, to take their cue from Hester.
Sarratt gave a little cry, and but for her prompt rush to his assistance, its contents would have descended into the road. But through a gap in the paper various tin and china objects were disclosed. 'That's your "cooker," Nelly, said her husband laughing. 'I told you it would bust the show! But her tiny, deft fingers rapidly repaired the damage, and re-tied the string while he assisted her.
And Nelly, who had scarcely slept all night, caught eagerly at some temporary escape from her own perplexities. 'Dear Mrs. Sarratt! have you any idea, whether Cicely cares one brass farthing for me, or not? To such broad and piteous appeal was a gallant officer reduced. Nelly was sorry for him, but could not hide the smile in her eyes, as she surveyed him. 'Have you really asked her?
What was wrong with Bridget? The tall, gaunt woman stood there livid, her eyes staring at Farrell, her hand unsteady as she thrust it towards him. 'Give me the telegram, please! I was expecting one, she said, trying to speak as usual. Farrell turned to her in surprise. 'But it wasn't for you, Miss Cookson. It was for Mrs. Sarratt. I saw the address quite plainly. Ah, here they are.
Simpson, who, hearing the front door close half an hour after luncheon and no subsequent movement in the flat, had supposed that the sisters had gone out together. 'All right. I'll wait for them. I want to see Mrs. Sarratt before I start. You may get me a cup of tea, if you like. Mrs. Simpson disappeared with alacrity, and Farrell crossed the hall to the drawing-room.
But just lately this week, actually! Dr. Howson has got some information, through a family of peasants living near Cassel, behind the British lines. They have relations across the Belgian border, and gradually they have discovered who the man was who came over the frontier with Mr. Sarratt.
A ray of mad hope stole in. She began to feed him, and as she did so, the Sister, as though she had heard Sarratt's question, came quietly in with a tray on which was some food for Nelly, and put it down beside her. Then she disappeared again. With difficulty, Sarratt swallowed a few mouthfuls of jelly and champagne.
Nelly's renascence in the quiet Westmorland life had been a fresh instance of it; and he had good reason for thinking that, but for the tragic reappearance of George Sarratt, it would not have taken very long, a few months more, perhaps before she would have been persuaded to let herself love, and be loved again.
Well now, will you suggest that to Mrs. Sarratt? Could I see her? Bridget hesitated. Some instinct told her that Nelly would not wish to accept this proposal. She said slowly 'I'm afraid she's very tired to-night. 'Oh, don't bother her then! But just try and persuade her won't you quietly? And send me a word to-night. He gave the address.
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