“How you have changed, Patricia,” she observed, placing her hand on the
rough mane of the horse. “At the time of your marriage none of these
considerations seemed to trouble you. Did I not warn you during your
engagement that although you might attempt to enter their Jewish world,
you must for ever remain an outsider? I don’t want to be cruel, but I
can’t help telling you how I regret that you did not listen to me. For
look at your present position: a wife, and yet practically without a
husband—a mother, and yet without a child. Oh, you poor dear girl, if
you had only taken my advice you would never have made such a shipwreck
of your life!”
Had she not been sincerely sympathetic, Patricia would have been
irritated by her comments.
“Oh, I don’t regret the past,” she responded quickly, “not one little
bit; and if I had it to live over again I would marry Lionel just the
same. It is not his fault that things have turned out like this; it is
the fault of a fanatical Chief Rabbi and a narrow creed. But Lowthy, if
you don’t mind, I would rather not talk about it any more. You see it
hurts; and—and—I shall have to get used to being alone.” She held up the
locket containing the portraits of her husband and baby, and looking at
it thoughtfully, added sadly: “Not that I want to forget these two dear
ones. The remembrance of them will remain with me day and night. I can’t
yet realise that they are all those hundreds of miles away; I want to
consult my husband at every turn.”
And then dashing away the tears which in spite of her will would come,
she left the intended nursery, and descended to the hall.
It took her some time to settle down to her new life in Richmond. Lord
Torrens, scarcely caring for the menage of a suburban residence, left
after a few days, but the faithful Mrs. Lowther remained. Of callers
there were none; for Patricia’s object in coming to live so far out was
to avoid those who would have visited her in Grosvenor Square. She was
in no mood for any kind of social pleasure, nor for the sympathy of kind
but curious friends. So she kept her arrival a secret from those who
would have been glad to know, and preferred to spend the greater part of
her time in solitude.
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