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After that she was conscious of nothing till, hours later, as it appeared to her, she became dimly aware of her husband's voice, high, hysterical and important, haranguing a group of scared lantern-struck faces that had sprung up mysteriously about them in the night. "Poor Austin! Poor Wrayford... terrible loss to me... mysterious dispensation.
"Ah he did think of coming, then?" "Only for a minute, when the sky looked so black half an hour ago, and he was afraid of a squall. It's clearing now, and there's no danger." He drew her down on the bench, and they sat a moment or two in silence, her hands in his. Then she said: "You'd better tell me." Wrayford gave a faint laugh. "Yes, I suppose I had. In fact, he asked me to."
They were both silent; then Wrayford broke out, with sudden vehemence: "And yet you won't " "Won't?" "Put an end to it. Good God! Save what's left of your life." She made no answer, and in the stillness the throb of the water underneath them sounded like the beat of a tormented heart. "Isabel " Wrayford murmured. He bent over to kiss her. "Isabel! I can't stand it! listen " "No; no.
The interest of the latter two who, from opposite ends of the drawing-room, exchanged a fleeting glance when Stilling again launched his craft on the thin current of the talk the interest of Mrs. Stilling and Wrayford had already lost its edge by protracted contact with the subject. But the dinner-guests the Rector, Mr. Swordsley, his wife Mrs.
Wrayford caught her by the arm. "Do take care! It might be dangerous if it slid too easily. The water's deep under here." "Yes; the water's very deep. I sometimes wish " She leaned against him without finishing her sentence, and he put both arms about her. "Hush!" he said, his lips on hers. Suddenly she threw her head back and seemed to listen. "What's the matter? What do you hear?"
If I put him out of doors, I should be putting his mother out too." "You could arrange that there are always ways." "Not for her! She's proud. And then she believes in him. Lots of people believe in him, you know. It would kill her if she ever found out." Wrayford made an impatient movement. "It will kill you if you stay with him to prevent her finding out." She laid her other hand on his.
"The matter?" she echoed, colouring a little, and standing very straight in her desire not to appear to shrink from his touch. "You never opened your lips. Left me the whole job of entertaining those blessed people. Didn't she, Austin?" Wrayford laughed and lit a cigarette. "There! You see even Austin noticed it. What's the matter, I say? Aren't they good enough for you?
It moved a step, lurched forward, and vanished out of sight. From the depths beneath them there came a splash and a long cry. "Go! go!" Wrayford cried out, feeling blindly for Isabel in the blackness. "Oh " she cried, wrenching herself away from him.
"Then, if you don't want me, I think I'll go up to my room and put some finishing touches to a brief before I turn in. I must get back to town to-morrow afternoon." "All right, then." Stilling set down his empty glass, and held out his hand with a tinge of alacrity. "Good night, old man." They shook hands, and Wrayford moved toward the door.
"All right, I'll tell her." "Thanks a lot, my dear fellow. And you'll make her see it wasn't my fault, eh? Women are awfully vague about money, and she'll think it's all right if you back me up." Wrayford nodded. "As you please." "And, Austin there's just one more thing. You needn't say anything to Isabel about the other business I mean about my mother's securities." "Ah?" said Wrayford, pausing.
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