Her companion looked cheerful and secure. “How can you, without knowing?”
“Oh, by guessing! It`s not?”
But that was as far as Mrs. Dyott could get. “It`s not,” said Maud, “anyone you`ve ever seen.”
“Ah, then, I give you up!”
And Mrs. Dyott conformed, for the rest of Maud`s stay, to the spirit of this speech. It was made on a Saturday night, and Mrs. Blessingbourne remained till the Wednesday following, an interval during which, as the return of fine weather was confirmed by the Sunday, the two ladies found a wider range of action.
There were drives to be taken, calls made, objects of interest seen, at a distance; with the effect of much easy talk and still more easy silence. There had been a question of Colonel Voyt`s probable return on the Sunday, but the whole time passed without a sign from him, and it was merely mentioned by Mrs. Dyott, in explanation, that he must have been suddenly called, as he was so liable to be, to town.
Sunday Letters
That this in fact was what had happened he made clear to her on Thursday afternoon, when, walking over again late, he found her alone. The consequence of his Sunday letters had been his taking, that day, the 4.15. Mrs. Voyt had gone back on Thursday, and he now, to settle on the spot the question of a piece of work begun at his place, had rushed down for a few hours in anticipation of the usual collective move for the week`s end.
He was to go up again by the later train, and had to count a little a fact accepted by his hostess with the hard pliancy of practice his present happy moments. Too few as these were, however, he found time to make of her an inquiry or two not directly bearing on their situation. The first was a recall of the question for which Mrs. Blessingbourne`s entrance on the previous Saturday had arrested the answer. Did that lady know of anything between them?
“No. I`m sure. There`s one thing she does know,” Mrs. Dyott went on; “but it`s quite different and not so very wonderful.”
“What, then, is it?”
“Well, that she`s herself in love.”
Voyt showed his interest. “You mean she told you?”
“I got it out of her.”
He showed his amusement. “Poor thing! And with whom?”
“With you.”.
His surprise, if the distinction might be made, was less than his wonder. “You got that out of her too?”
“No it remains in. Which is much the best way for it. For you to know it would be to end it.”
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