Hilliard stirred himself, and tried to laugh.
"As it turned out, you couldn't have done better. Well, there's an end
of it. Come."
He walked on, and Eve kept closely beside him, looking up into his face.
"I am sure he will pay the money back," she said presently.
"Hang the money!"
Then he stood still.
"How is he to pay it back? I mean, how is he to communicate with you?"
"I gave him my address at Dudley."
Again Hilliard moved on.
"Why should it annoy you?" Eve asked. "If ever he writes to me, I shall
let you know at once: you shall see the letter. It is quite certain
that he _will_ pay his debt; and I shall be very glad when he does."
"What explanation did you give him?"
"The true one. I said I had borrowed from a friend. He was in despair,
and couldn't refuse what I offered."
"We'll talk no more of it. It was right to tell me. I'm glad now it's
all over. Look at the moon rising--harvest moon, isn't it?"
Eve turned aside again, and leaned on the parapet. He, lingering apart
for a moment, at length drew nearer. Of her own accord she put her
hands in his.
"In future," she said, "you shall know everything I do. You can trust
me: there will be no more secrets."
"Yet you are afraid----"
"It's for your sake. You must be free for the next year or two. I shall
be glad to get to work again. I am well and strong and cheerful."
Her eyes drew him with the temptation he had ever yet resisted. Eve did
not refuse her lips.
"You must write to Patty," she said, when they were at the place of
parting. "I shall have her new address in a day or two."
"Yes, I will write to her."
CHAPTER XVIII
By the end of November Hilliard was well at work in the office of
Messrs. Birching, encouraged by his progress and looking forward as
hopefully as a not very sanguine temperament would allow. He lived
penuriously, and toiled at professional study night as well as day. Now
and then he passed an evening with Robert Narramore, who had moved to
cozy bachelor quarters a little distance out of town, in the Halesowen
direction. Once a week, generally on Saturday, he saw Eve. Other
society he had none, nor greatly desired any.
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