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Updated: June 16, 2025
With their arms spread round each other's waists, and slightly lurching in the wind, they walked slowly on, sinking at each step a little in the sand. Their red faces looked bovine in the twilight. Almost mechanically Craven's fingers loosened on Miss Van Tuyn's hand. She, too, was chilled by this vision of Sunday love, and her hand came away from his.
Not that his senses were irritated to alertness, or played upon to exasperation. They were merely inhibited from any activity in connexion with another, however beautiful and desirable. Lady Sellingworth roused no physical desire in Craven, although she fascinated him. What she did was just this: she deprived him of physical desire. Miss Van Tuyn's arrows were shot all in vain that night.
Miss Van Tuyn's wonder grew as she looked at her former friend, who now dominated her, and began to extort from her a strange and unwilling admiration, which recalled to her the admiration of that past time when she had first met Alick Craven in this drawing-room.
He knew this and yet he felt obstinate, mulish almost, as he sat down to reply non-committally to Miss Van Tuyn's letter. It was only when he did this that he thought seriously about its last words. Why had she troubled to write them down?
He went to Claridge's in inquire for Miss Van Tuyn. On ascertaining that she was not at home he sent up his name to Miss Cronin, who was practically always in the house. At any rate, Braybrooke, who had met her several times at Miss Van Tuyn's apartment in Paris, had understood so from herself.
Either he would succeed, or he would abandon the attempt to succeed, or a third possibility presented itself to Miss Van Tuyn's mind his model would get tired of the conflict and refuse to "sit" any more. And then the depths? Till now Arabian's patience had been remarkable. Evidently Garstin's obstinacy was matched by an obstinacy in him.
Have you brought me here under false pretences? You know quite well why I came." "Why don't you take off your hat?" But for once Miss Van Tuyn's vanity was not on the alert; for once she did not care whether Garstin admired her head or not. "I shall not take off my hat," she said brusquely. "I don't intend to stay unless there is the reason which I expected and which induced me to come here.
Now and then, as he met Miss Van Tuyn's eyes, he thought they were searching his with an unusual consciousness, as if they expected something very special from him. Presently, too, she let the conversation languish, and at last allowed it to drop. In the silence that succeeded Braybrooke was seized by a terrible fear that perhaps she was waiting for him to propose.
"I couldn't exactly say that." "Do you hate him?" "No." Garstin suddenly looked almost maliciously sly. "I can tell you something that you feel about him." "What?" "You are afraid of him." Miss Van Tuyn's silky fair skin reddened. "I'm not afraid of anyone," she retorted. "If I have one virtue, I think it's courage." "You're certainly not a Miss Nancy as a rule.
"You sent for me for some special reason. You had some plan, some project in your mind," he continued. "I did not realize that at first, but now I am sure of it. You want me to help you in some way, don't you?" She was still companioned by the desperation which had come upon her when she had made that, for her, terrible comparison between Beryl Van Tuyn's age and Craven's.
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