Enistor's unnatural complaisance extended to Hardwick, as, now that he
was aware of the artist's rejection, he did not forbid his visits.
Julian guessed that the Squire merely tolerated him, and simply came to
Tremore on all and every occasion to aid Alice, since he knew that she
was something of an alien in her home. His host was always pointedly
agreeable, and so--strange to say--was Don Pablo. The dark dour old man,
for some hidden reason, appeared to take a great interest in the artist.
As he had formerly neglected him in every way, Julian was puzzled to
know why he should be thus honoured. Not liking Narvaez, he did not
reciprocate this belated amiability, and always escaped with Alice on
to the moors when it was possible. He trained her to observe the
beauties of Nature, and opened her eyes to a more glorious world of form
and colour. Alice accepted such behaviour with sisterly thankfulness,
and looked upon him as a large comfortable Newfoundland dog, able to
protect and please her. Therefore the young people found life very
pleasant, and all was sunshine for the moment, as Eberstein had
predicted. That more glorious sunshine would come with her lover's
arrival Alice knew very well, but she never forgot that clouds would
sooner or later overshadow the summer sky, although she could not see in
which quarter they would arise. A vague feeling, however, intimated that
disaster would come with Montrose, and that her belief in his love would
be severely tested. Nevertheless, she looked forward to his arrival,
knowing that Eberstein would follow him shortly. And in the doctor she
had the most implicit confidence, assured that whatever sorrow descended
upon her or her lover, Eberstein would guard them and help them in every
way. Also there was Julian upon whom she could rely in the hour of her
need. The suspense indeed was unpleasant, but Alice fought it with
prayer and high thinking, girding herself as it were with armour of
light against the time when the Dark Powers would assault the citadel of
her being. But in her innocence she was ignorant, save from the hints of
Eberstein, that an assault was intended.
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