So it was now, and as I stared down at the handkerchief, the Doubt within me grow suddenly into Certainty. I was pacing restlessly up and down when I saw Lisbeth approaching; her cheeks seemed more flushed than usual, and her hand trembled as she gave it to me.
“Why, whatever is the matter with you?” she said; “you look so - so strange, Dick.”
“I received a letter from the Duchess this morning.”
“Did you?”
“Yes; in which she tells me your aunt has threatened to - “
“Cut me off with a shilling,” nodded Lisbeth, crossing over to the table.
“Yes,” I said again.
“Well?”
“Well?”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Dick, stop tramping up and down like a - a caged bear, and sit down - do!”
I obeyed; yet as I did so I saw her with the tail of my eye whip up the handkerchief and tuck it beneath the laces at her bosom.
“Lisbeth,” said I, without turning my head, “why hide it - there?”
Her face flushed painfully, her lips quivered, and for a moment she could find no answer; then she tried to laugh it off.
“Because I - I wanted to, I suppose !”
“Obviously!” I retorted; and rising, bowed and turned to go.
“Stay a moment, Dick. I have something to tell you.”
“Thank you, but I think I can guess.”
“Can you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Aren’t you just a little bit theatrical, Dick?” Now, as she spoke she drew out Selwyn’s handkerchief and began to tie and untie knots in it. “Dick,” she went on - and now she was tracing out Selwyn’s monogram with her finger - “you tell me you know that Aunt Agatha has threatened to disinherit me; can you realise what that would mean to me, I wonder?”
“Only in some small part,” I answered bitterly; “but it would be awful for you, of course - good-bye to society and all the rest of it - no more ball gowns or hats and things from Paris, and - “
“And bearing all this in mind,” she put in, “and knowing me as you do, perhaps you can make another guess and tell me what I am likely to do under these circumstances?”
Now, had I been anything but a preposterous ass, my answer would have been different; but then I was not myself, and I could not help noticing how tenderly her finger traced out those two letters F. S., so I laughed rather brutally and answered:
“Follow the instinct of your sex and stick to the Paris hats and things.”
I heard her breath catch, and turning away, she began to flutter the pages of the book upon the table.
“And you were always so clever at guessing, weren’t you?” she said after a moment, keeping her face averted.
“At least it has saved your explaining the situation, and you should be thankful for that.”
The book slipped suddenly to the ground and lay, all unheeded, and she began to laugh in a strange, high key. Wondering, I took a step toward her; but as I did so she fled from me, running toward the house, never stopping or slackening speed, until I had lost sight of her altogether.
Thus the whole miserable business had befallen, dazing me by its very suddenness like a “bolt from the blue.” I had returned to the ‘Three Jolly Anglers,’ determined to follow the advice of the Duchess and return to London by the next train. Yet, after passing a sleepless night, here I was sitting in my old place beneath the alders pretending to fish.
The river was laughing among the reeds just as merrily as ever, bees hummed and butterflies wheeled and hovered - life and the world were very fair. Yet for once I was blind to it all; moreover, my pipe refused to “draw” - pieces of grass, twigs, and my penknife were alike unavailing.
So I sat there, brooding upon the fickleness of womankind, as many another has done before me, and many will doubtless do after, alack!
And the sum of my thoughts was this: Lisbeth had deceived me; the hour of trial had found her weak; my idol was only common clay, after all. And yet she had but preferred wealth to comparative poverty, which surely, according to all the rules of common sense, had shown her possessed of a wisdom beyond her years. And who was I to sit and grieve over it? Under the same circumstances ninety-nine women out of a hundred would have chosen precisely the same course; but then to me Lisbeth had always seemed the one exempt - the hundredth woman; moreover, there be times when love, unreasoning and illogical, is infinitely more beautiful than this much-vaunted common sense.
This and much more was in my mind as I sat fumbling with my useless pipe and staring with unseeing eyes at the flow of the river. My thoughts, however, were presently interrupted by something soft rubbing against me, and looking down, I beheld Dorothy’s fluffy kitten Louise. Upon my attempting to pick her up, she bounded from me in that remarkable sideways fashion peculiar to her kind, and stood regarding me from a distance, her tail straight up in the air and her mouth opening and shutting without a sound. At length having given vent to a very feeble attempt at a mew, she zig-zagged to me, and climbing upon my knee, immediately fell into a purring slumber.
“Hallo, Unc1e Dick! - I mean, what ho, Little John!” cried a voice, and looking over my shoulder, carefully so as nor to disturb the balance of “Louise,” I beheld the Imp. It needed but a glance at the bow in his hand, the three
