Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

Hilary broke away from her, and she fell forward on her face.

“Get up, child,” he said—­“get up; for God’s sake, don’t lie there!”

She rose obediently, choking down her sobs, mopping her face with a small, dirty handkerchief.  Suddenly, taking a step towards him, she clenched both her hands and struck them downwards.

“I’ll go to the bad,” she said—–­“I will—­if you don’t take me!” And, her breast heaving, her hair all loose, she stared straight into his face with her red-rimmed eyes.  Hilary turned suddenly, took a book up from the writing-table, and opened it.  His face was again suffused with blood; his hands and lips trembled; his eyes had a queer fixed stare.

“Not now, not now,” he muttered; “go away now.  I’ll come to you to-morrow.”

The little model gave him the look a dog gives you when it asks if you are deceiving him.  She made a sign on her breast, as a Catholic might make the sign of his religion, drawing her fingers together, and clutching at herself with them, then passed her little dirty handkerchief once more over her eyes, and, turning round, went out.

Hilary remained standing where he was, reading the open book without apprehending what it was.

There was a wistful sound, as of breath escaping hurriedly.  Mr. Stone was standing in the open doorway.

“She has been here,” he said.  “I saw her go away.”

Hilary dropped the book; his nerves were utterly unstrung.  Then, pointing to a chair, he said:  “Won’t you sit down, sir?”

Mr. Stone came close up to his son-in-law.

“Is she in trouble?”

“Yes,” murmured Hilary.

“She is too young to be in trouble.  Did you tell her that?”

Hilary shook his head.

“Has the man hurt her?”

Again Hilary shook his head.

“What is her trouble, then?” said Mr. Stone.  The closeness of this catechism, the intent stare of the old man’s eyes, were more than Hilary could bear.  He turned away.

“You ask me something that I cannot answer.

“Why?”

“It is a private matter.”

With the blood still beating in his temples, his lips still quivering, and the feeling of the girl’s clasp round his knees, he almost hated this old man who stood there putting such blind questions.

Then suddenly in Mr. Stone’s eyes he saw a startling change, as in the face of a man who regains consciousness after days of vacancy.  His whole countenance had become alive with a sort of jealous understanding.  The warmth which the little model brought to his old spirit had licked up the fog of his Idea, and made him see what was going on before his eyes.

At that look Hilary braced himself against the wall.

A flush spread slowly over Mr. Stone’s face.  He spoke with rare hesitation.  In this sudden coming back to the world of men and things he seemed astray.

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