"Oh, my God!" she said, wheeling about and facing him so suddenly that
he sat bolt upright. "Don't you see what it means? Has it not been going
on under our very eyes? And you talk of a 'boy and girl' escapade! I
tell you they are madly in love. She sees no one else when he is
there--he cannot take his eyes off her. Why, they are married already
for all I know--or you care," she added with almost savage emphasis.
The outburst frightened a man by no means blessed with much pluck where
women were concerned. Silvester turned as white as a sheet. It was as
though a pit had been opened at his feet, and he had looked in to see
enormities.
"You don't mean to tell me--God forbid!" he gasped. "You don't mean to
tell me that this is sin, Gabrielle? You don't think that, surely?"
"I don't know what to think," she said in despair. "It is our business
to act at once. You must go to Brighton. What will Mr. Faber say if you
don't? Telegraph to Southampton in case the yacht has not sailed. Have
we no responsibilities? Oh! don't you see? It's madness, madness! And
it's our fault. Both of us are to blame. We have just gone our own ways
and left them to themselves. What else could have come of it when they
were lovers?"
He stood before her utterly abashed.
"My dearest girl," he said, "I will go to Brighton at once."
And then he said:
"But it's of you I should be thinking. God bless you, Gabrielle!"
IV
He left by the half-past four o'clock train from Victoria, and did not
return that night. When he was gone, Gabrielle shut herself up in her
own room, and asked herself what new thing had come into her life.
A turn of fortune had cast her down from the heights to the old abyss of
the suburban monotonies; and now it had put this affront upon her. She
perceived already what sport the teacup brigade would make of it, and
how her pride must suffer just because of the very littleness of her
surroundings. All Hampstead would point the finger at her, and there
would be kind friends in abundance to offer their sympathies. Thus had
her destiny punished the brief hours of an infatuation for which her
youth had been responsible. As others, she had known a day when she had
desired the love of man and had desired it passionately. Thus had she
come to be the betrothed of one who had never loved her, and for this
she must repay.
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