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He got up and made his way towards the railway-station.  There was the bench where she had been sitting when he came on her that very morning.  The stars in their courses had seemed to fight for them then; but whether for joy he no longer knew.  And there on the seat were still the pepper berries she had crushed and strewn.  He broke off another bunch and bruised them.  That scent was the ghost of sacred minutes when her hand lay against his own.  The stars in their courses—­for joy or sorrow!

VII

There was no peace now for Colonel and Mrs. Ercott.  They felt themselves conspirators, and of conspiracy they had never had the habit.  Yet how could they openly deal with anxieties which had arisen solely from what they had chanced secretly to see?  What was not intended for one’s eyes and ears did not exist; no canon of conduct could be quite so sacred.  As well defend the opening of another person’s letters as admit the possibility of making use of adventitious knowledge.  So far tradition, and indeed character, made them feel at one, and conspire freely.  But they diverged on a deeper plane.  Mrs. Ercott had said, indeed, that here was something which could not be controlled; the Colonel had felt it—­a very different thing!  Less tolerant in theory, he was touched at heart; Mrs. Ercott, in theory almost approving—­she read that dangerous authoress, George Eliot—­at heart felt cold towards her husband’s niece.  For these reasons they could not in fact conspire without, in the end, saying suddenly:  “Well, it’s no good talking about it!” and almost at once beginning to talk about it again.

In proposing to her that mule, the Colonel had not had time, or, rather, not quite conviction enough as to his line of action, to explain so immediately the new need for her to sit upon it.  It was only when, to his somewhat strange relief, she had refused the expedition, and Olive had started without them, that he told her of the meeting in the Gardens, of which he had been witness.  She then said at once that if she had known she would, of course, have put up with anything in order to go; not because she approved of interfering, but because they must think of Robert!  And the Colonel had said:  “D—­n the fellow!” And there the matter had rested for the moment, for both of them were, wondering a little which fellow it was that he had damned.  That indeed was the trouble.  If the Colonel had not cared so much about his niece, and had liked, instead of rather disliking Cramier; if Mrs. Ercott had not found Mark Lennan a ‘nice boy,’ and had not secretly felt her husband’s niece rather dangerous to her peace of mind; if, in few words, those three had been puppets made of wood and worked by law, it would have been so much simpler for all concerned.  It was the discovery that there was a personal equation in such matters, instead of just a simple rule of three, which disorganized the Colonel and made him almost angry; which depressed Mrs. Ercott and made her almost silent. . . .  These two good souls had stumbled on a problem which has divided the world from birth.  Shall cases be decided on their individual merits, or according to formal codes?

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