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Hooper presently. "Everybody." Alice pointed indifferently to a pile of notes lying on her desk. "You asked Connie if we should invite Mr. Falloden?" "Of course I did, mother. He is away till next week." "I wonder if she cares for him?" said Mrs. Hooper vaguely. Alice laughed. "If she does, she consoles herself pretty well, when he's not here." "You mean with Mr. Sorell?" Alice nodded.
But Otto listened in silence. So did Constance. And Sorell presently felt that there was a secret bond between them. Before the aunts returned, the rectory pony-carriage came for Radowitz, who was not strong enough to walk both ways. Sorell and Constance were left alone. Sorell, observing her, was struck anew by the signs of change and development in her.
Immediately to her right, in the very front of the undergraduates' gallery, he perceived the tall form and striking head of Douglas Falloden; and when the sermon was over he saw that the young man was one of the first to push his way out. "He hopes to waylay her," thought Sorell. If so, he was unsuccessful.
And she threw a half-laughing, half-imperious glance towards Mrs. Hooper in the distance. Sorell smiled. "I hope you're going to be happy here!" he said earnestly. "I shall be happy enough if I don't quarrel with Aunt Ellen!" "Don't quarrel with anybody! Call me in, before you do. And do make friends with your uncle. He is delightful." "Yes, but far too busy for the likes of me.
"She heard me say to Sorell, apparently, that I would give my eyes for it, and couldn't afford it. That was a week ago. And to-day, after luncheon, she stole in here like a mouse you none of you saw or heard her holding the books behind her and looking as meek as milk. You would have thought she was a child, coming to say she was sorry!
It was as though her mother and her mother's soul showed through the girl's slighter temperament. The old satiric aloofness in Connie's brown eyes, an expression all her own, and not her mother's, seemed to have slipped away; Sorell missed it.
He seemed to be, all in a moment, in high spirits, and when he saw Connie coming back through the garden gate, with a shy, hesitating step, he sprang up eagerly to greet her. But there was another figure behind her. It was Sorell; and at sight of him "something sealed" the boy's lips. He looked round at Falloden, and dropped back into his chair. Falloden rose from his seat abruptly.
And overhead, the angry sunset clouds were fading into a dim and star-strewn heaven, above a world sinking to its rest. The moon was up before Radowitz came back to the little rectory on the other side of the moor. Sorell, from whose mind he was seldom absent, had begun to worry about him, was in fact on the point of setting out in search of him.
Sorell sat on impatiently in the darkening garden, hoping always that Connie would explain, would confess; for he was certain that she had somehow schemed for this preposterous reconciliation if it was a reconciliation. She wanted no doubt to heal Falloden's conscience, and so to comfort her own. And she would sacrifice Otto, if need be, in the process!
"I worked with him at the Conservatoire for a year." Constance nodded. "He did it for you," she said, her eyes full of tears. "He said you were the best pupil he ever had." The door opened, and Mrs. Mulholland's white head appeared, with Falloden and Sorell behind. "Otto!" said Mrs. Mulholland, softly.
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