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There must needs be something a secret, a mystery, sorrow, or wrong-doing somewhere; but of Madame Meynell herself no one could suspect any harm. Gustave Lenoble heard little of this gossip about the stranger, but she filled his thoughts nevertheless.
He and Norham passed through the next drawing-room, and met various acquaintances at the farther door. Maurice Barron stood watching them. The persons invading the room had come intending to see the coins. But meeting the Home Secretary they turned back with him, and Meynell followed them, eager to disengage himself from them. At the door some impulse made him turn and look back.
Graham Tomson was even moved to commemorate our collaboration in verse the inspiration of which is not far to seek, but of which all I remember now is the beginning: O, there's Mrs. Meynell and Mrs. Pennell, There's Violet Hunt and me! for Mrs. Meynell contributed a fourth column, though she never contributed her presence to Buckingham Street.
Meynell! you have no conception of the forces that this movement of yours, if you persist in it, will unchain against you! You are like children playing with the lightning!" Denunciation and warning sat with a curious majesty on the little Bishop as he launched these words. It was with a visible effort that Meynell braced himself against them.
"For myself, personally I tell you frankly I cannot bring myself to believe a word of this story, so far as it concerns Meynell. I believe there is a terrible mistake at the bottom of it, and I prefer to trust twenty years of noble living rather than the tale of a poor distraught creature like Judith Sabin.
Then he added: "You may wish to discuss this matter. I recognize it as natural you should wish to discuss it. But I shall not discuss it with you. I shall withdraw. Mr. Dawes will you take the chair?" He beckoned to the colliery manager, who automatically obeyed him. The room broke into a hubbub, men and women pressing round Meynell as he made his way to the door.
Mary Elsmere took up her hat, and kissed her aunt; Meynell made his farewells, and followed the girl's lead into the garden. Mrs. Flaxman and Manvers watched them open the gate of the park and disappear behind a rising ground. Then the two spectators turned to each other by a common impulse, smiling at the same thought. Mrs.
Hester is, you know, not very happy at home. I have my living, and some income of my own, independent of my father. Supposing he should object " "He would object," said Meynell quickly. "And Lady Fox-Wilton would certainly object. And so should I. And, as you know, I am co-guardian of the children with her." Then, as the lover quivered under these barbs, Meynell suddenly recovered himself.
But I don't know whether to send for him. I don't think I can send for him. The fact is one feels the whole thing an outrage!" Dornal looked up. "That's the word!" he said gratefully. Then he added hesitating "I ought perhaps to tell you that I have written to Meynell I wrote when the first report of the thing reached me.
Her colour had suddenly faded, and from the pallor, the firm, yet delicate, lines of the features emerged with unusual emphasis. "I think you had better accept," said Meynell gently. As he looked at her, he wondered whether she might not faint on their hands with anger and excitement.
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