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And above the stain of her false position since she had come to the Cape was the overcloud of that accusation which had first warped Sheila Macklin's life and humbled her spirit. She believed that she could never escape the shame of that prosecution and punishment for a crime she had not committed.
Jim made no promises about being my guardian, but " "But he is your guardian?" Dickie drawled the question slightly. His gift of faint irony and impersonal detachment flicked Sheila's temper as it had always flicked his father's. "Jim is my friend," Sheila maintained in defiance of a still, small voice. "He has given me a pony and has taken me riding "
Cap'n Ira and Prudence approached the real Ida May. The latter had been staring at them, marveling. Unlike Sheila, almost everything that Ida May Bostwick thought was advertised upon her face. "My goodness!" considered Ida May. "What a pair of hicks!" "You was lookin' for somebody named Ball, I cal'late?" Cap'n Ira said within Sheila's hearing as she led the gray mare away.
Was he pleased that she had so readily obeyed him in this matter of giving up about the only friend she had in London? or was he moved by some visitation of compunction? Sheila tried to show that she was grateful for his kindness, but there was that between them which could not be removed by chance phrases or attentions. Mrs. Lavender was in her own room.
Sometimes, it is true, it occurred to Ingram that Sheila occasionally cast an anxious glance to her father, as if she were trying to discover whether he was really satisfied, or whether he were not merely pretending satisfaction to please her; but for the rest the party was a most friendly and merry one.
Sheila was wholly preoccupied with her companion and his efforts. He had had one or two rises, but had struck either too soon or too late, until at last there was a terrific plunge and rush, and again the line was whirled out. But Duncan did not like the look of it, somehow. The fish had been sheering off when it was hooked, and the deep plunge at the outset was ugly.
"Oh, Sheila," he said, "this is all a mistake. It was a joke of mine. If I had known you would think of Mrs. Lorraine, I should not have said a word about it." "But it is Mrs. Lorraine?" Sheila said. "Well, but I have never mentioned such a thing to her never hinted it in the remotest manner. I dare say if I had she might laugh the matter aside as too absurd." "She will not do that," Sheila said.
Sheila came back with a tray and, as she came, Berg pulled himself away from his mistress and went wagging over to greet her. "Come here!" snapped Miss Blake. Berg hesitated, cuddled close to Sheila, and kept step beside her. Miss Blake's eyes went red. "Come here!" she said again. Berg did not cringe or hasten. He reached Miss Blake's chair at the same instant as Sheila, not a moment earlier.
Inside, Sheila sat woodenly on the little sofa, pretending to see none of them. Mother Corey looked from one to the other, and then back to Gordon. "Well? You must have had some reason for bringing her here, cobber." "I want her out of my hair, Mother," Gordon tried to explain. "I can lock her up carrying a gun without a permit is reason enough.
He sat for some time in that underground calm, nibbling his pen like a harassed and self-conscious schoolboy. At last he began: 'MY DEAR SHEILA, I must tell you, to begin with, that the CHANGE has now all passed away. I am as near as man can be completely myself again. And next: that I overheard all that was said to-night in the dining-room.
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