Left by her father and mother to the further entertainment of
Harbinger, Barbara had said:
"Let's have coffee in here," and passed into the withdrawing room.
Except for that one evening, when together by the sea wall they stood
contemplating the populace, she had not been alone with him since he
kissed her under the shelter of the box hedge. And now, after the
first moment, she looked at him calmly, though in her breast there
was a fluttering, as if an imprisoned bird were struggling ever so
feebly against that soft and solid cage. Her last jangled talk with
Courtier had left an ache in her heart. Besides, did she not know
all that Harbinger could give her?
Like a nymph pursued by a faun who held dominion over the groves,
she, fugitive, kept looking back. There was nothing in that fair
wood of his with which she was not familiar, no thicket she had not
travelled, no stream she had not crossed, no kiss she could not
return. His was a discovered land, in which, as of right, she would
reign. She had nothing to hope from him but power, and solid
pleasure. Her eyes said: How am I to know whether I shall not want
more than you; feel suffocated in your arms; be surfeited by all that
you will bring me? Have I not already got all that?
She knew, from his downcast gloomy face, how cruel she seemed, and
was sorry. She wanted to be good to him, and said almost shyly:
"Are you angry with me, Claud?"
Harbinger looked up.
"What makes you so cruel?"
"I am not cruel."
"You are. Where is your heart?"
"Here!" said Barbara, touching her breast.
"Ah!" muttered Harbinger; "I'm not joking."
She said gently:'
"Is it as bad as that, my dear?"
But the softness of her voice seemed to fan the smouldering fires in
"There's something behind all this," he stammered, "you've no right
to make a fool of me!"
"And what is the something, please?"
"That's for you to say. But I'm not blind. What about this fellow
At that moment there was revealed to Barbara a new acquaintance--the
male proper. No, to live with him would not be quite lacking in
His face had darkened; his eyes were dilated, his whole figure seemed
to have grown. She suddenly noticed the hair which covered his
clenched fists. All his suavity had left him. He came very close.
How long that look between them lasted, and of all there was in it,
she had no clear knowledge; thought after thought, wave after wave of
feeling, rushed through her. Revolt and attraction, contempt and
admiration, queer sensations of disgust and pleasure, all mingled--as
on a May day one may see the hail fall, and the sun suddenly burn
through and steam from the grass.
Then he said hoarsely:
"Oh! Babs, you madden me so!"
Smoothing her lips, as if to regain control of them, she answered:
"Yes, I think I have had enough," and went out into her father's
The sight of Lord and Lady Valleys so intently staring at Miltoun
restored hex self-possession.
It struck her as slightly comic, not knowing that the little scene
was the outcome of that word. In truth, the contrast between Miltoun
and his parents at this moment was almost ludicrous.
Lady Valleys was the first to speak.
"Better comic than romantic. I suppose Barbara may know, considering
her contribution to this matter. Your brother is resigning his seat,
my dear; his conscience will not permit him to retain it, under
certain circumstances that have arisen."
"Oh!" cried Barbara: "but surely----"
"The matter has been argued, Babs," Lord Valleys said shortly;
"unless you have some better reason to advance than those of ordinary
common sense, public spirit, and consideration for one's family, it
will hardly be worth your while to reopen the discussion."
Barbara looked up at Miltoun,, whose face, all but the eyes, was like
"Oh, Eusty!" she said, "you're not going to spoil your life like
this! Just think how I shall feel."
Miltoun answered stonily:
"You did what you thought right; as I am doing."
"Does she want you to?"
"There is, I should imagine," put in Lord Valleys, "not a solitary
creature in the whole world except your brother himself who would
wish for this consummation. But with him such a consideration does
"Oh!" sighed Barbara; "think of Granny!"
"I prefer not to think of her," murmured Lady Valleys.
"She's so wrapped up in you, Eusty. She always has believed in you
Miltoun sighed. And, encouraged by that sound, Barbara went closer.
It was plain enough that, behind his impassivity, a desperate
struggle was going on in Miltoun. He spoke at last:
"If I have not already yielded to one who is naturally more to me
than anything, when she begged and entreated, it is because I feel
this in a way you don't realize. I apologize for using the word
comic just now, I should have said tragic. I'll enlighten Uncle
Dennis, if that will comfort you; but this is not exactly a matter
for anyone, except myself." And, without another look or word, he
As the door closed, Barbara ran towards it; and, with a motion
strangely like the wringing of hands, said
"Oh, dear! Oh! dear!" Then, turning away to a bookcase, she began to
This ebullition of feeling, surpassing even their own, came as a real
shock to Lady and Lord Valleys, ignorant of how strung-up she had
been before she entered the room. They had not seen Barbara cry
since she was a tiny girl. And in face of her emotion any animus
they might have shown her for having thrown Miltoun into Mrs. Noel's
arms, now melted away. Lord Valleys, especially moved, went up to
his daughter, and stood with her in that dark corner, saying nothing,
but gently stroking her hand. Lady Valleys, who herself felt very
much inclined to cry, went out of sight into the embrasure of the
Barbara's sobbing was soon subdued.
"It's his face," she said: "And why? Why? It's so unnecessary!"
Lord Valleys, continually twisting his moustache, muttered:
"Exactly! He makes things for himself!"
"Yes," murmured Lady Valleys from the window, "he was always
uncomfortable, like that. I remember him as a baby. Bertie never
And then the silence was only broken by the little angry sounds of
Barbara blowing her nose.
"I shall go and see mother," said Lady Valleys, suddenly: "The boy's
whole life may be ruined if we can't stop this. Are you coming,
But Barbara refused.
She went to her room, instead. This crisis in Miltoun's life had
strangely shaken her. It was as if Fate had suddenly revealed all
that any step out of the beaten path might lead to, had brought her
sharply up against herself. To wing out into the blue! See what it
meant! If Miltoun kept to his resolve, and gave up public life, he
was lost! And she herself! The fascination of Courtier's chivalrous
manner, of a sort of innate gallantry, suggesting the quest of
everlasting danger--was it not rather absurd? And--was she
fascinated? Was it not simply that she liked the feeling of
fascinating him? Through the maze of these thoughts, darted the
memory of Harbinger's face close to her own, his clenched hands, the
swift revelation of his dangerous masculinity. It was all a
nightmare of scaring queer sensations, of things that could never be
settled. She was stirred for once out of all her normal conquering
philosophy. Her thoughts flew back to Miltoun. That which she had
seen in their faces, then, had come to pass! And picturing Agatha's
horror, when she came to hear of it, Barbara could not help a smile.
Poor Eustace! Why did he take things so hardly? If he really
carried out his resolve--and he never changed his mind--it would be
tragic! It would mean the end of everything for him!
Perhaps now he would get tired of Mrs. Noel. But she was not the
sort of woman a man would get tired of. Even Barbara in her
inexperience felt that. She would always be too delicately careful
never to cloy him, never to exact anything from him, or let him feel
that he was bound to her by so much as a hair. Ah! why couldn't they
go on as if nothing had happened? Could nobody persuade him? She
thought again of Courtier. If he, who knew them both, and was so
fond of Mrs. Noel, would talk to Miltoun, about the right to be
happy, the right to revolt? Eustace ought to revolt! It was his
duty. She sat down to write; then, putting on her hat, took the note
and slipped downstairs.