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thin silk covering。 From what corner of the room was that mute
tremor coming？ Stealing to the window； she parted the curtains； and
stared back into the shadows。 There； on the far side； lying on the
floor with his arms pressed tightly round his head and his face to
the wall； was Miltoun。 Barbara let fall the curtains； and stood
breathless； with such a queer sensation in her breast as she had
never felt； a sense of something outraged…of scarred pride。 It was
gone at once； in a rush of pity。 She stepped forward quickly in the
darkness； was visited by fear； and stopped。 He had seemed absolutely
himself all the evening。 A little more talkative； perhaps； a little
more caustic than usual。 And now to find him like this！ There was
no great share of reverence in Barbara； but what little she possessed
had always been kept for her eldest brother。 He had impressed her；
from a child； with his aloofness； and she had been proud of kissing
him because he never seemed to let anybody else do so。 Those
caresses； no doubt； had the savour of conquest； his face had been the
undiscovered land for her lips。 She loved him as one loves that
which ministers to one's pride； had for him； too； a touch of motherly
protection； as for a doll that does not get on too well with the
other dolls； and withal a little unaccustomed awe。
Dared she now plunge in on this private agony？ Could she have borne
that anyone should see herself thus prostrate？ He had not heard her；
and she tried to regain the door。 But a board creaked； she heard him
move； and flinging away her fears； said： 〃It's me！ Babs！〃 and dropped
on her knees beside him。 If it had not been so pitch dark she could
never have done that。 She tried at once to take his head into her
arms； but could not see it； and succeeded indifferently。 She could
but stroke his arm continually； wondering whether he would hate her
ever afterwards； and blessing the darkness； which made it all seem as
though it were not happening； yet so much more poignant than if it
had happened。 Suddenly she felt him slip away from her； and getting
up； stole out。 After the darkness of that room； the corridor seemed
full of grey filmy light； as though dream…spiders had joined the
walls with their cobwebs； in which innumerable white moths； so tiny
that they could not be seen； were struggling。 Small eerie noises
crept about。 A sudden frightened longing for warmth； and light； and
colour came to Barbara。 She fled back to her room。 But she could
not sleep。 That terrible mute unseen vibration in the unlighted
room…like the noiseless licking of a flame at bland air； the touch of
Miltoun's hand； hot as fire against her cheek and neck； the whole
tremulous dark episode； possessed her through and through。 Thus had
the wayward force of Love chosen to manifest itself to her in all its
wistful violence。 At this fiat sight of the red flower of passion
her cheeks burned； up and down her； between the cool sheets； little
hot cruel shivers ran； she lay； wide…eyed； staring at the ceiling。
She thought； of the woman whom he so loved； and wondered if she too
were lying sleepless； flung down on a bare floor； trying to cool her
forehead and lips against a cold wall。
Not for hours did she fall asleep； and then dreamed of running
desperately through fields full of tall spiky asphodel…like flowers；
and behind her was running herself。
In the morning she dreaded to go down。 Could she meet Miltoun now
that she knew of the passion in him； and he knew that she knew it？
She had her breakfast brought upstairs。 Before she had finished
Miltoun himself came in。 He looked more than usually self…contained；
not to say ironic； and only remarked： 〃If you're going to ride you
might take this note for me over to old Haliday at Wippincott。〃 By
his coming she knew that he was saying all he ever meant to say about
that dark incident。 And sympathizing completely with a reticence
which she herself felt to be the only possible way out for both of
them； Barbara looked at him gratefully； took the note and said： 〃All
right！〃
Then； after glancing once or twice round the room； Miltoun went away。
He left her restless； divested of the cloak 'of course；' in a strange
mood of questioning； ready as it were for the sight of the magpie
wings of Life； and to hear their quick flutterings。 Talk jarred on
her that morning； with its sameness and attachment to the facts of
the present and the future； its essential concern with the world as
it was…she avoided all companionship on her ride。 She wanted to be
told of things that were not； yet might be； to peep behind the
curtain； and see the very spirit of mortal happenings escaped from
prison。 And this was all so unusual with Barbara； whose body was too
perfect； too sanely governed by the flow of her blood not to revel in
the moment and the things thereof。 She knew it was unusual。 After
her ride she avoided lunch； and walked out into the lanes。 But about
two o'clock； feeling very hungry； she went into a farmhouse； and
asked for milk。 There； in the kitchen； like young jackdaws in a row
with their mouths a little open； were the three farm boys； seated on
a bench gripped to the alcove of the great fire…way； munching bread
and cheese。 Above their heads a gun was hung； trigger upwards； and
two hams were mellowing in the smoke。 At the feet of a black…haired
girl； who was slicing onions； lay a sheep dog of tremendous age； with
nose stretched out on paws； and in his little blue eyes a gleam of
approaching immortality。 They all stared at； Barbara。 And one of
the boys； whose face had the delightful look of him who loses all
sense of other things in what he is seeing at the moment； smiled； and
continued smiling； with sheer pleasure。 Barbara drank her milk； and
wandered out again； passing through a gate at the bottom of a steep；
rocky tor； she sat down on a sun…warmed stone。 The sunlight fell
greedily on her here； like an invisible swift hand touching her all
over； and specially caressing her throat and face。 A very gentle
wind； which dived over the tor tops into the young fern； stole down
at her； spiced with the fern sap。 All was warmth and peace； and only
the cuckoos on the far thorn treesas though stationed by the
Wistful Master himselfwere there to disturb her heart： But all the
sweetness and piping of the day did not soothe her。 In truth； she
could not have said what was the matter； except that she felt so
discontented； and as it were empty of all but a sort of aching
impatience withwhat exactly she could not say。 She had that rather
dreadful feeling of something slipping by which she could not catch。
It was so new to her to feel like thatfor no girl was less given to
moods and repinings。 And all the time a sort of contempt for this
soft and almost sentimental feeling made her tighten her lips and
frown。 She felt distrustful and sarcastic towards a mood so utterly
subversive of that fetich 'Hardness；' to the unconscious worship of
which she had been brought up。 To stand no sentiment or nonsense
either in herself or others was the first article of faith； not to
slop…over anywhere。 So that to feel as she did w