Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Vacations -- Fiction
Alice drew herself up for a moment as though she would repel the caress;
then she tried to say something, but the words would not come. With a
little cry she buried her face in the other’s dress. For a few moments
there was silence, then her shoulders heaved and she burst into
passionate sobbing. Lady Gale said nothing—only, with her hand, she
stroked her hair. The night was very still, so still that they could
hear coming up from the town the distant chorus of some song.
At last Alice raised her head. “Please,” she said, “don’t worry about
me.” But she clutched Lady Gale’s hand. “Oh! I’m ashamed of myself. I’m
a fool to give way like this.” She suddenly drew her hand fiercely away.
But Lady Gale took it in hers.
“Why,” she said, “I have been wanting you to speak to me all this time,
and you wouldn’t; of course I knew what the matter was, you can’t keep
that from his mother. We all seem to have been at cross-purposes, as it
is in a play, when one word would put everything right, but everybody is
afraid to say it. Why, I want to talk to you about it all. Do you
suppose that I am not having a bad time too?”
Alice leaned towards her and kissed her. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ve
been so selfish lately. I haven’t thought about anyone else. I hadn’t
realised what you must feel about it. I ought to have known.”
She stopped for a moment, then she went on speaking in little gasps as
though she had been running. “But I hadn’t meant to speak at all
anything about it. I hate myself for having given way. I, who had always
prided myself on my restraint and self-possession, to cry like a child
for the moon.” She shrugged her shoulders and laughed bitterly. “I won’t
give way again,” she said.
Lady Gale put her arm round her and drew her close. “Alice, dear, let me
talk to you for a moment. You are going through a bad time, and it may
be a crisis and alter your whole life. You are very young, my dear, and
I am so old that I seem to have been through everything and to know it
all from the beginning. So perhaps I can help you. I love you from the
bottom of my heart, and this thing has drawn us together as nothing else
in the world possibly could.”
Alice pressed close against her. “Oh! I’ve been so lonely these last
days, you can’t know how bad it has been.”
“Yes, dear, of course I know. I saw at once when we came down here that
something was wrong. I wanted to talk to you, but it’s no use forcing
people’s confidence. I knew that you’d speak to me if you wanted to. But
we’re together in this, we both love Tony.”
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