Some day, I felt that it must come--and it has! Who has done it,
Wingrave? It is not--Emily?"
"Emily!" he exclaimed. "I have not seen her for months. She has no
interest for me--she never had."
"Then tell me who it is!"
"Nature unaided," he answered carelessly. "Human intervention was not
necessary. It was the swing of the pendulum, Ruth, the eternal law
which mocks our craving for content. I had no sooner succeeded in my
new capacity--than the old man crept out."
"But Nature has her weapons always," she protested. "Wingrave, was it
the child?"
He touched the electric bell. Taking her hands, he bent down and
kissed them.
"Dear lady," he said, "goodbye--good fortune! Conquer new worlds, and
remember--white is your color, and Paquin your one modiste. Morrison,
Lady Barrington's carriage."
"LOVE SHALL MAKE ALL THINGS NEW"
Mr. Pengarth was loth to depart. He felt that all pretext for
lingering was gone, that he had outstayed his welcome. Yet he found
himself desperately striving for some excuse to prolong an interview
which was to all effects and purposes concluded.
"I will do my best, Sir Wingrave," he said, reverting to the subject
of their interview, "to study Miss Lundy's interests in every way. I
will also see that she has the letter you have left for her within
eight days from now. But if you could see you way to leave some sort
of address so that I should have a chance of communicating with you,
if necessary, I should assume my responsibilities with a lighter
heart.
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