Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
When she came in again, and was hastening to take off her hat and cloak,
she passed Captain Chancellor's room. The door was open, and just
inside she caught sight of his man-servant engaged in strapping a
portmanteau. Roma stopped short; the servant happening to look up,
perceived her standing in the doorway.
"What time is your master leaving, Barlow?" she asked, coolly, as if she
knew all about it.
"Half-past ten, ma'am," was the reply. "At least, the dog-cart is
ordered for then."
Roma passed on to her own room, feeling very unhappy. She had no
anticipation of Beauchamp's acting so precipitately, and she could not
bear to be, even unwillingly, the cause of annoyance and vexation to her
sister-in-law. What could she do? There was no use trying to see
Gertrude, she would certainly not be awake enough to take it all in, and
persuade her brother to reconsider his plans. Much as she shrank from
seeing Captain Chancellor again, Roma now wished she could do so; there
was just a possibility that she might be able to stop his leaving so
hastily, especially if she reminded him of her own determination to go
away from Winsley for a time. She went down to the dining-room with a
half-formed determination to try what she could do. None of the guests
had as yet made their appearance, but at one end of the long table stood
a cup of coffee already poured out, and other signs that some one
intended breakfasting at once. It did not look promising. Miss
Eyrecourt hung about uncertain what to do, but just as she was deciding
that it would be better for her not to interfere, Captain Chancellor
walked in.
For the first moment he did not see her, but sat down hastily to his
breakfast. Then happening to look up, he caught sight of her, and
started visibly. Roma felt very uncomfortable; till she was actually in
it she had not realised the awkwardness of the position. Now, however,
her good sense came to her aid.
"Beauchamp," she said, trying to speak as much as possible as usual,
though her voice trembled a little, "I want to ask you something."
"Be so kind as to tell me what it is as quickly as possible," he said,
stiffly. "I am leaving immediately."
"There are two things I want to ask you," she went on hurriedly. "The
first is, will you forgive me for having hurt you more than I need have
done last night. I don't suppose I could have avoided hurting you to
some extent, but what I had to say I might have said differently. In
short, Beauchamp, I am afraid now that I lost my temper, and I am very
sorry for it."
"The provocation was certainly very great," returned Captain Chancellor,
bitterly. "Still you must excuse me for saying that I do not see any
need for the subject's ever being reverted to again. We are not likely,
you will be glad to hear, to see much more of each other for the future:
it is not much to ask you to drop the subject now and for ever."
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