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And when his fingers worked there, in their way, she covered them with her hand. "No," she said. "He's a nice baby. But I think they're the prettiest, don't you?" "Yes," said Rowcliffe. He was grave and curt. And Mary remembered that that was what Gwenda had blue eyes and dark hair. It was what Gwenda's children might have had, too. She felt that she had made him think of Gwenda.
When Mary put these things together, she saw that nothing could be more certain than that, sooner or later, Ally or no Ally, Gwenda would have gone away. But this was after it had occurred to her that Rowcliffe ought to know what had happened and that she had got to tell him. And that was on the day after Gwenda's letter came, when Mrs.
Trevor watched them from her seat in the drawing-room with a smile full of meaning, and Dr. Owen with a look of pleased content. "You must find it a very pleasant change from hard study to come out here sometimes," said Gwenda, drawing her needle out slowly. "Yes, very," said Will; "I never bring a book with me, and I try to banish my studies from my mind while I am here."
Ally was abstracted, for Gwenny had slipped from her chair and was whispering in her ear. It never occurred to Ally to ask what Gwenda had been doing, or what she had been thinking of, or what she felt, or to listen to anything she had to say. Her sister might just as well not have existed for all the interest Ally showed in her.
And in the evening, when her sister stood again at her bedside, as Mary lifted the edge of the flannel that hid her baby's face, she looked at Gwenda and smiled, not dreamily but subtly in a triumph that was almost malign. That night Gwenda dreamed that she saw Mary lying dead and with a dead child in the crook of her arm. She woke in anguish and terror. Three years passed and six months.
Miss Gwenda Vaughan of Nantmyny didst ever hear such a thing? and as sweet a girl as ever lived!" "Well, well, and so Will has married a lady? Well, that's his choice, mine would never lie that way; a simple country lass for me, or else none at all, and most likely 'twill be that. Well, we may say good-bye to Will. I suppose we sha'n't see much more of him." "Perhaps not."
"That is strange," said Mrs Trevor; "and you never let me know! But you need not tell everyone your age." "Why not?" "Oh! well, young ladies don't usually tell their ages; but you are not quite like other girls." Gwenda laughed; and Will thought how charming were the dimple in her chin, the perfect teeth, the sparkling black eyes! Yes, she was very pretty, no doubt!
It was not. Steven isn't fit to black his boots. I know that " "But you don't care for him?" "I did I did. I do. I care awfully " "Well " "Oh, Gwenda, can they make me marry him?" "You don't want to marry him?" Ally shook her head, slowly, forlornly. "I see. You're ashamed of him." "I'm not ashamed. I told you I wasn't. It isn't that " "What is it?" "I'm afraid." "Afraid " "It isn't his fault.
Its darkness covered them. Her sadness and her isolation sanctified them. Alice had her husband and her child. Mary had all she wanted. Gwenda had nobody but him. She had never had anybody but him. For in the beginning the Vicar and his daughters had failed to make friends among their own sort. Up in the Dale there had been few to make, and those few Mr.
Remembering that his niece had but a few moments previously passed up the street, he too ran in the same direction, and arrived on the scene as promptly as his short legs and shorter breath permitted him. In a fever of fright and flurry he approached, the crowd making way for him as he snapped out a cannonade of irrelevant questions. "Good heavens! Gwenda! What is it? My darling, are you hurt?
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