Beyond eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 451 pages of information about Beyond.

Beyond eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 451 pages of information about Beyond.

“Daphne Wing?”

“Yes.  A child is coming.  They have made her tell.  It means the cancelling of her engagements, of course—­and other things.”

Gyp uttered a little laugh; then she said slowly: 

“Can you tell me, please, what this Mr.—­Wagge can do?”

Again Rosek shrugged his shoulders.

“He is rabid—­a rabid man of his class is dangerous.  A lot of money will be wanted, I should think—­some blood, perhaps.”

He moved swiftly to her, and said very low: 

“Gyp, it is a year since I told you of this.  You did not believe me then.  I told you, too, that I loved you.  I love you more, now, a hundred times!  Don’t move!  I am going up to Gustav.”

He turned, and Gyp thought he was really going; but he stopped and came back past the line of the window.  The expression of his face was quite changed, so hungry that, for a moment, she felt sorry for him.  And that must have shown in her face, for he suddenly caught at her, and tried to kiss her lips; she wrenched back, and he could only reach her throat, but that he kissed furiously.  Letting her go as suddenly, he bent his head and went out without a look.

Gyp stood wiping his kisses off her throat with the back of her hand, dumbly, mechanically thinking:  “What have I done to be treated like this?  What have I done?” No answer came.  And such rage against men flared up that she just stood there, twisting her garden-gloves in her hands, and biting the lips he would have kissed.  Then, going to her bureau, she took up her address book and looked for the name:  Wing, 88, Frankland Street, Fulham.  Unhooking her little bag from off the back of the chair, she put her cheque-book into it.  Then, taking care to make no sound, she passed into the hall, caught up her sunshade, and went out, closing the door without noise.

She walked quickly toward Baker Street.  Her gardening-hat was right enough, but she had come out without gloves, and must go into the first shop and buy a pair.  In the choosing of them, she forgot her emotions for a minute.  Out in the street again, they came back as bitterly as ever.  And the day was so beautiful—­the sun bright, the sky blue, the clouds dazzling white; from the top of her ’bus she could see all its brilliance.  There rose up before her the memory of the man who had kissed her arm at the first ball.  And now—­this!  But, mixed with her rage, a sort of unwilling compassion and fellow feeling kept rising for that girl, that silly, sugar-plum girl, brought to such a pass by—­her husband.  These feelings sustained her through that voyage to Fulham.  She got down at the nearest corner, walked up a widish street of narrow grey houses till she came to number eighty-eight.  On that newly scrubbed step, waiting for the door to open, she very nearly turned and fled.  What exactly had she come to do?

The door was opened by a servant in an untidy frock.  Mutton!  The smell of mutton—­there it was, just as the girl had said!

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