Like quicksilver were her fingers, her eyes flashed fire, the rain beat upon the windows and the loneliness and desolation were held at bay.
The door opened and in came Major Mereward; he looked as usual, untidy, with his hair towselled, his moustache ragged2 and his trousers baggy—not a military major at all—but now a light shone in his eyes and his eyebrows3 gleamed with the reflection of it. He knew that Millie was his friend, and coming close to her and stammering4, he said:
"Miss Trenchard. It's all right. It's all right. Victoria will marry me."
Her heart leaped up. She was astonished at the keenness of her pleasure. She could then still care for other people's happiness.
"Oh, I am glad! I am glad!" she cried, jumping up and shaking him warmly by the hand. "I never was more pleased about anything."
"Well, now, that is nice—that's very nice of you. It will be all right, won't it? You know I'll do my best to make her happy."
"Why, of course you will," cried Millie. "You know that I've wanted her to marry you from ever so long ago. It's just what I wanted."
He set back his shoulders, looking so suddenly a man of strength and character that Millie was astonished.
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"I know that I'm not very clever," he said. "Not in your sort of way, but cleverness isn't everything when you come to my time of life and Victoria's."
"No, indeed it isn't," said Millie with conviction.
"I'm glad you think so," he said, sighing so hastily that quite a little breeze sprang up. "I thought you'd feel otherwise. But I know Victoria better than she thinks. I'm sure I shall make her happy."
"I'm sure you will," said Millie. They shook hands again. Mereward looked about him confusedly.
"Well, I mustn't keep you from your work. Hard at it, I see. Hum, yes . . . Hard at it, I see," and went.
Millie sat at her desk, her head propped5 on her hands. She wasn't dead then? She drank her tea and smoked a cigarette. Not dead as far as others were concerned. For herself, of course, life was entirely6 over. She must drag herself along, like a wounded bird, until death chose to come and take her. The tea was delicious. She got up and looked at herself in the glass. She was wearing an old orange jumper to-day; she'd put it on just because it was old and it didn't matter what she wore. Yes, it was old. Time to buy another one. There was one—a kind of purple—in Debenham & Freebody's window. . . . But why think of jumpers when her life was over? Only five days ago she had died, and here she was thinking of jumpers. Well, that was because she was so glad about Victoria. However finished your own personal life might be that did not mean that you could not be interested in the lives of others. She loved Victoria, and it would have been horrible had she married that terrible Bennett. Now Victoria was safe and Millie was glad. She must find her and tell her so.
She found her, as she expected, in her bedroom. Victoria had been wonderful to her during those three days, using a tact7 that you never would have expected. She must have known what had occurred but she had made no allusion8 to it, had not asked where He was, had watched over Millie with a tenderness and solicitude9 that, even though a little irritating, was very touching10.
Now she sat in her bedroom armchair, still wearing her[Pg 304] gay hat with peacocks' feathers; she was near laughter, nearer tears and altogether in a considerable confusion. Millie flung her arms around her and kissed her.
"Well, now, you've got your way," said Victoria, "and I hope you're glad. If the marriage is a terrible failure it will be all your fault; I hope you realize your responsibility. It was simply because I couldn't go on being nagged11 by you any longer. Poor man. He did look so funny when he proposed to me, and when I said yes he just ran out of the room. He didn't kiss me or anything."
"He's just mad with delight," said Millie.
"Is he? Well, it's settled." She sat up, pushing her hat straight. "All my adventures are over, my Millie. It's a very sad thing, when you come to think of it. A quiet life for me now. It certainly wouldn't have been quiet with Mr. Bennett."
"Now don't you go sighing over him," said Millie. "Make the most of your Major."
"Oh, I shan't sigh after him," said Victoria, sighing nevertheless. "But it would be lovely to feel wildly in love. I don't feel wildly in love at all. Do you know, Millie mine, it's exactly what I feel if I want to buy a dress that's too expensive for me. Excited for days and days as to whether I will or I won't. And then I decide that I will and the excitement's all over. Of course I have the dress. But it isn't as nice as the excitement."
"Perhaps the excitement will come with marriage," said Millie, feeling infinitely12 old. "It often does."
"Now how ridiculous," cried Victoria, jumping up, "to talk of excitement at my age. I ought to be thankful that I can be married at all. I'm sure he's a good man. Perhaps I wish that he weren't quite so good as he is."
"You wait," said Millie, "he may develop terribly after marriage. They often do. He may beat you and spend your money riotously13 and leave you for weeks at a time."
"Oh, do you think so?" said Victoria, her cheeks flushing. "That would be splendid. Just the risk of it, I mean. But I'm afraid there isn't much hope. . . ."
"You never know," Millie replied. "And now, dear, if you'll let me I'll be off. You'll find all the letters answered[Pg 305] in a pile on the desk waiting for you to sign. The one from Mr. Block I've left you to answer for yourself." She paused. "After your marriage you won't be wanting me any more, I suppose?"
"Want you! I shall want you more than ever. You darling! I'm never going to let you go unless you——" Here she felt on dangerous ground and ended, "unless you want to go yourself, I mean."
"No, you didn't mean that," said Millie. "What you meant was unless I marry. Well, you can make your mind easy—I'm never going to marry. Never! I'm going to die an old maid."
"And you so beautiful!" cried Victoria. "I don't think so," and she threw her arms round Millie's neck and gave her one of those soft and soapy kisses that Millie so especially detested14.
But on her way home she forgot the newly-engaged. The full tide of her own personal wretchedness swept up and swallowed her in dark and blinding waters. She had noticed that it was always like that. She seemed free—coldly, indifferently free—independent of the world, standing15 and watching with scorn humanity, and then of a sudden the waters caught, at her feet, the tide drew her, the foam16 was in her eyes and with agony she drowned in the flood of recollection, of vanished tenderness, of frustrated17 hope.
It was so now: she did not see the people with her in the Tube nor hear their voices. Only she saw Bunny and heard his voice and felt his cheek against hers.
Then there followed, as there always followed, the fight to return to him, not now reasoning nor recalling any definite fact or argument, but only, as it had been that first night, the impulse to return, to find him again, to be with him and near him at all possible cost or sacrifice.
She was fighting her own misery18, staring in front of her, her hands clenched19 on her lap, when she heard her name called. At first the voice seemed to call from far away: "Millie! Millie!" Then quite close to her. Some one, sitting almost opposite to her was leaning forward and speaking to her. She raised her head out of her own troubles and looked and saw that it was Peter.
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Peter! The very sight of his square shoulders and thick, resolute20 figure reassured21 her. Peter! Strangely she had not actually thought of him in all this recent trouble, but the consciousness of him had nevertheless been there behind her. She smiled, her face breaking into light, and then, with that swift sympathy that trouble gives, she realized that he himself was unhappy. Something had happened to him, and how tired he was! His eyes were pinched with grey lines, his head hung forward a little as though it was tumbling to sleep.
Just then Baker22 Street Station arrived and they got out together. He caught her arm and they went up in the lift together. They came out to a lovely autumn evening, the sky dotted with silver stars and the wall of Tussaud's pearl-grey against the faint jade23 of the fading light. "What's the matter, Millie?" he asked. "I haven't seen you for a fortnight. I was watching you before I spoke24 to you. You looked too tragic25 before I spoke to you. What's up?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," she said.
"Oh, I'm only tired. Here, I'll walk with you as far as your rooms. I want to get an evening paper anyway."
"Only tired? What's made you?"
"I'll tell you in a minute. But tell me your trouble first. That is, if you want to."
"Oh, my trouble!" she shrugged26 her shoulders. "Ordinary enough, Peter. But I don't think I can talk about it, if you don't mind—at least not yet. Only this. That I'm not engaged and I'm never going to be again. I'm a free woman Peter."
She felt then his whole body tremble against hers. For an instant his hand pressed against her side with such force that it hurt. Then he took his hand from her arm and walked apart. He walked in silence, rolling a little from leg to leg as was his way. And he said nothing. She waited. She expected him to ask some question. He said nothing. Then, when at last they were turning down into Baker Street, his voice husky, he said:
"My trouble is that my wife's come back."
It took her some little while to realize that—then she said:
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"Your wife?"
"Yes, after nearly twenty years. Of course I don't mean that that's a trouble. But she's ill—very ill indeed. She's very unhappy. She's had a terrible time."
"Oh, Peter, I am sorry!"
"Yes, it's difficult after all this time—difficult to find the joining-points. And I'm not very good at that—clumsy and slow."
"Is her illness serious? What is it?"
"Everything! Everything's the matter with her—heart and all. But that isn't her chief trouble. She's so lonely. Can't get near to anybody. It's so difficult to help her. I'm stupid," he repeated. They had come to Millie's door. They stood there facing one another in the dusk.
"Oh, I am sorry," she repeated.
"Well, you must help me," he suddenly jerked out, almost roughly. "Only you can."
"Help you? How?"
"Come and see her."
"I? . . . Oh no!" Millie shrank back.
"Yes, you must. Perhaps you can talk to her. Make her laugh a little. Make her a little less unhappy."
"I make any one laugh?"
"Yes. Just to look at you will do her good. Something beautiful. Something to take her out of herself——"
"Oh no, Peter, I can't. Please, please don't ask me."
"Yes, yes, you must." He was glaring at her as though he would strike her. "Do you remember when we three were in Henry's room alone and we swore friendship? We swore to help one another. Well, this is a way you can help me. And you've got to do it."
"Peter, don't ask me—just now——"
"Yes, now—at once. You have got to."
Suddenly she submitted.
"Very well, then. But I'll be no good. I'm no use to any one just now."
"When will you come?"
"Soon. . . ."
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"No, definitely. To-morrow. What time?"
"Not to-morrow, Peter. The day after."
"Yes, to-morrow. To-morrow afternoon. About five."
"Very well."
"I'll expect you." He strode off. It was not until she was in her room that she realized that he had said no single word about her broken engagement.
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