Changing for dinner, he looked at himself with unwonted attention. Yes,
his dark hair was still thick, but going distinctly grey; there were
very many lines about his eyes, too, and those eyes, still eager when
they smiled, were particularly deepset, as if life had forced them back.
His cheekbones were almost 'bopsies' now, and his cheeks very thin
and dark, and his jaw looked too set and bony below the almost black
moustache. Altogether a face that life had worn a good deal, with
nothing for a child to take a fancy to and make friends with, that he
could see.
Sylvia came in while he was thus taking stock of himself, bringing a
freshly-opened flask of eau-de-Cologne. She was always bringing him
something—never was anyone so sweet in those ways. In that grey, low-cut
frock, her white, still prettiness and pale-gold hair, so little touched
by Time, only just fell short of real beauty for lack of a spice of
depth and of incisiveness, just as her spirit lacked he knew not what
of poignancy. He would not for the world have let her know that he ever
felt that lack. If a man could not hide little rifts in the lute from
one so good and humble and affectionate, he was not fit to live.
She sang 'The Castle of Dromore' again that night with its queer
haunting lilt. And when she had gone up, and he was smoking over the
fire, the girl in her dark-red frock seemed to come, and sit opposite
with her eyes fixed on his, just as she had been sitting while they
talked. Dark red had suited her! Suited the look on her face when she
said:
“You're not to go!” Odd, indeed, if she had not some devil in her, with
that parentage!
V
Next day they had summoned him from the studio to see a peculiar
phenomenon—Johnny Dromore, very well groomed, talking to Sylvia with
unnatural suavity, and carefully masking the goggle in his eyes! Mrs.
Lennan ride? Ah! Too busy, of course. Helped Mark with his—er—No!
Really! Read a lot, no doubt? Never had any time for readin'
himself—awful bore not having time to read! And Sylvia listening and
smiling, very still and soft.
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