But Eve had as yet found no employment. Good fortune in this respect
seemed to have deserted her, and at her meetings with Hilliard she grew
fretful over repeated disappointments. Of her day-to-day life she made
no complaint, but Hilliard saw too clearly that her spirits were
failing beneath a burden of monotonous dulness. That the healthy glow
she had brought back in her cheeks should give way to pallor was no
more than he had expected, but he watched with anxiety the return of
mental symptoms which he had tried to cheat himself into believing
would not reappear. Eve did not fail in pleasant smiles, in hopeful
words; but they cost her an effort which she lacked the art to conceal.
He felt a coldness in her, divined a struggle between conscience and
inclination. However, for this also he was prepared; all the more need
for vigour and animation on his own part.
Hilliard had read of the woman who, in the strength of her love and
loyalty, heartens a man through all the labours he must front he
believed in her existence, but had never encountered her--as indeed
very few men have. From Eve he looked for nothing of the kind. If she
would permit herself to rest upon his sinews, that was all he desired.
The mood of their last night in Paris might perchance return, but only
with like conditions. Of his workaday passion she knew nothing; habit
of familiarity and sense of obligation must supply its place with her
until a brightening future once more set her emotions to the gladsome
tune.
Now that the days of sun and warmth were past, it was difficult to
arrange for a meeting under circumstances that allowed of free
comfortable colloquy. Eve declared that her father's house offered no
sort of convenience; it was only a poor cottage, and Hilliard would be
altogether out of place there. To his lodgings she could not come. Of
necessity they had recourse to public places in Birmingham, where an
hour or two of talk under shelter might make Eve's journey hither worth
while. As Hilliard lived at the north end of the town, he suggested
Aston Hall as a possible rendezvous, and here they met, early one
Saturday afternoon in December.
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