"You know that I have had great hopes of obtaining Miss Poole's consent
to our re-engagement. Everything has been going on well. Miss Poole
believes--or did believe--that the man Rathbone is dead. I used your
suggestion and hinted at a vulgar intrigue. At Brighton, when
Charliewood shot himself, I was constantly with Miss Poole and her
mother. My pretended efforts to solve the mystery of Rathbone's
disappearance told. I saw that I was winning back all the ground I had
lost. I had great hopes. These seemed to culminate the other night at
Lord Malvin's reception. Miss Poole promised to receive me the next day
and give me a definite answer. I knew what that meant; it meant yes. I
was prepared to stake everything upon it. When I called at Curzon Street
in the evening I was told that she was unwell, and could not see me. The
next day I succeeded in seeing her. I was taken aback. There was a
distinct change in her manner. The old intimacy and freedom which I had
been able to re-establish had gone. There was almost a shrinking in her
attitude--she seemed afraid of me."
"Well, that is easily accounted for. You have done something hitherto
beyond human power. Naturally she regards you as a person apart--some
one who can work miracles. But what did she say?"
"It wasn't that sort of shrinking, Guest. I know Miss Poole well. I
understand the real strength and brilliancy of her mind. She is not a
foolish, ordinary girl to be frightened as you suggest. I told her that
I had come for my answer. I think I spoke well. My heart was in what I
said, and I urged my cause as powerfully as I could. Miss Poole
absolutely refused to give me any answer at all."
"Well, that is no very terrible thing, William. I know little of women,
but one is told that is their way. She will not yield at once, that is
all."
"I wish I could think so, Guest. It did not strike me in that way at
all. And she said a curious thing also. She said that I might re-open
the question after the public demonstration. She wouldn't pledge herself
to give an answer even then. But she said that I must say nothing more
to her on the subject until after the demonstration."
Wilson Guest laughed.
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