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One of the most ironical touches of the whole queer jumble of events, Eliot reflected, had been the jolly, friendly way in which, the instant Tony caught sight of him, he had jumped up from the table to greet him, joyfully inquiring for all the friends he had made at Silverquay and, in particular, for Ann. Eliot had been conscious of a curious intermingling of feeling.
Tony's silence throughout the last few weeks had somewhat disturbed her. She had not received a single line from him since the day he had accompanied her to Victoria station and seen her safely on board the train for Silverquay, and now her brows drew together rather anxiously as she perused this unexpected message.
For her, his kisses held all the poignant ecstasy and pain of kisses that may be the last on earth. He had noticed the Sphinx, lying at anchor in the bay, on his way to the Cottage. "I suppose that chap Forrester is going to favour Silverquay with another visit," he remarked, as he and Ann strolled in the garden together. "I don't care for him," he added.
A book lay open on her knee, but, yielding to the languor induced by the oppressive heat, she had ceased to make even a pretence at reading and leaned back in the hammock, hands clasped behind her head, idly reviewing the happenings of the last few weeks. The realisation that actually no more than a month had elapsed since her arrival at Silverquay amazed her.
Her brother often shocked her; he seemed to think of God as simply and naturally as he might of any other friend. She herself, in the course of her parochial work in the village, habitually represented Him as a somewhat prying and easily offended individual who kept a particularly sharp eye on the inhabitants of Silverquay. She hastily turned the conversation on to less debatable ground.
To conceive Silverquay void of Ann's presence, know her no longer there, be ignorant of where she was in the big world ... whether well or ill.... He found that the bare idea wrought an exquisite agony within him. It was like probing a raw wound. "No!" He spoke very suddenly, his voice so harsh that it seemed to grate on the quiet of the room. "No. You can't leave, Lovell.
He just doesn't think me good enough. That's all." But the following morning, when he asked her if she would like to leave Silverquay, a look of intense relief overspread her face. "Would it be possible?" she asked on a low, breathless; note of eagerness. Then her face fell. "Oh, but we can't think of it! It's much too good a post for you to throw up." Robin made no answer.
But after the expiration of a certain time-limit nothing could quiet them except Lady Susan's prompt emergence from the water. Tony's arrival had added yet another member to the bathing contingent. He seemed to have forgotten all his troubles, and entered with zest into any and every sort of amusement which Silverquay afforded.
Thorowgood, not to be outdone, responded to the effect that she had "suspicioned" all along that this was going to be the case, and that when she had heard in the village yesterday that Mr. Coventry had gone straight to the Cottage upon his return that afternoon to Silverquay with Mr. Lovell away in Ferribridge, too, and all! she felt sure of it. "So I'm not surprised at your news, Mrs.
I don't think now" with a swift, audacious glance which Ann refused to meet "that I can do better than throw myself on the hospitality of White Windows for the remainder of the summer." "My dear boy" Lady Susan beamed. "Will you really? I should love to have you; you know that. And, after all" with a twinkle "Silverquay has its amusements. We take tea with each other, and boat, and bathe "
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