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We are both the victims of an impertinent, if well-meant, interference what Robert calls 'the jabbering of the damned. Poor Robert, we are forgetting him. I am ashamed to talk so much about myself." "In his case, I see no help but resignation to the will of God," said Pensée. "But that resignation is an awful thing," said Reckage.
And I claim to know a little about life and love." "I should say," said Orange, "that you knew more about mere physiology." Reckage laughed uneasily. "You keep your mediæval views!" said he. "Perhaps I envy you. I can't say. I don't think I envy any one. I am quite contented." "Then what are you driving at?" "Oh well, a fellow must think. You see, Sara suits me, in a sense. I am not afraid of her.
Sometimes I feel as though it would be wiser to meet the dark hours and make acquaintance with them.... And what is to become of her? The longing to see her even in the distance.... To-night I talked with Reckage about his Bond of Association. Most of the members feel toward him that insipid kind of hatred which passes for friendship in public life.
Berenville's remarks, it will be plainly seen, anticipate our history a little, for, at the time of which we write, the Bond of Association was still maintaining a sickly existence on its original programme. Orange had not yet been invited to join it, nor had Lord Reckage declared himself a moral philosopher.
"What will you do?" murmured Pensée, with an imploring gesture. "What will you do?" "They leave Southampton at three o'clock," said Reckage; "it is now half-past two. The steamer goes twice a week only. I can send him a telegram and follow them overland by way of Calais." "Then I must go also," said Pensée firmly. "She will need me.
The aunt invited her to Almouth. She stayed two months. Still, not a word. Her papa grew impatient, ordered her home. The next day she came to the breakfast-table with red eyes, and announced her departure. The boxes were packed; she went to take a last look at the dear garden. Reckage followed, Fate accompanied him. He spoke. She sent a telegram to her papa: 'Detained. Important.
Sara, arrayed in white satin and opals, sat at the piano playing the Faust of Berlioz, and wondering whether she had really arranged her table to perfection, when the footman brought the following note dashed off in pencil from Lord Reckage: An extraordinary thing has happened. Agnes has run away with David Rennes. She seems quite broken and her letter is too touching, too sacred to show.
While he was speaking the servant entered with a salver, and on the salver was a note. The address showed Sara's large, defiant hand-writing. Reckage, who had a touch of superstition in his nature, changed colour and even hesitated before he broke the seal. The coincidence seemed extraordinary and fatal. What did it mean? He read the letter with an irresistible feeling of proud delight.
The two young men greeted each other pleasantly, but with a certain reserve on each side. "So you are here!" said Reckage, seating himself. "I am sorry to be late. The fact is I caught sight of old Garrow and Sara de Treverell driving together in the Park, and it suddenly occurred to me to ask 'em to dine with us to-night.
The change would surely come. The fever and folly, the exaltation and ardours would fade into a sacred affection an instinctive tenderness; yet other interests, as vital, and in their season more absorbing, would flock into his life. What then? Pensée and Reckage did not exchange many words till they found themselves alone, face to face, in the railway carriage bound for Dover.
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