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CHAPTER XV

When on the afternoon of that same day Miltoun did not come, all the chilly doubts which his presence alone kept away, crowded thick and fast into the mind of one only too prone to distrust her own happiness.  It could not last—­how could it?

His nature and her own were so far apart!  Even in that giving of herself which had been such happiness, she had yet doubted; for there was so much in him that was to her mysterious.  All that he loved in poetry and nature, had in it something craggy and culminating.  The soft and fiery, the subtle and harmonious, seemed to leave him cold.  He had no particular love for all those simple natural things, birds, bees, animals, trees, and flowers, that seemed to her precious and divine.

Though it was not yet four o’clock she was already beginning to droop like a flower that wants water.  But she sat down to her piano, resolutely, till tea came; playing on and on with a spirit only half present, the other half of her wandering in the Town, seeking for Miltoun.  After tea she tried first to read, then to sew, and once more came back to her piano.  The clock struck six; and as if its last stroke had broken the armour of her mind, she felt suddenly sick with anxiety.  Why was he so long?  But she kept on playing, turning the pages without taking in the notes, haunted by the idea that he might again have fallen ill.  Should she telegraph?  What good, when she could not tell in the least where he might be?  And all the unreasoning terror of not knowing where the loved one is, beset her so that her hands, in sheer numbness, dropped from the keys.  Unable to keep still, now, she wandered from window to door, out into the little hall, and back hastily to the window.  Over her anxiety brooded a darkness, compounded of vague growing fears.  What if it were the end?  What if he had chosen this as the most merciful way of leaving her?  But surely he would never be so cruel!  Close on the heels of this too painful thought came reaction; and she told herself that she was a fool.  He was at the House; something quite ordinary was keeping him.  It was absurd to be anxious!  She would have to get used to this now.  To be a drag on him would be dreadful.  Sooner than that she would rather—­yes—­rather he never came back!  And she took up her book, determined to read quietly till he came.  But the moment she sat down her fears returned with redoubled force-the cold sickly horrible feeling of uncertainty, of the knowledge that she could do nothing but wait till she was relieved by something over which she had no control.  And in the superstition that to stay there in the window where she could see him come, was keeping him from her, she went into her bedroom.  From there she could watch the sunset clouds wine-dark over the river.  A little talking wind shivered along the houses; the dusk began creeping in.  She

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