Sally Bishop Part 68
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"No; certainly not! Why should I?"
"Would you come again if nothing of that were ever mentioned any more between us--would you come again?"
"Yes, willingly. Now that I see that your intention is to be perfectly reasonable, I would--willingly. Why not? I don't see why we should be enemies."
"No," said Sally quickly; "neither do I--neither do I."
He drank through his tea. One mouthful--they were such tiny cups; but that is the way a man takes his entertainment.
"Have a good time down at Cailsham?" he asked presently.
He felt more at his ease. She was taking it well--so much better than he expected.
"Oh, not very good. I have told you, haven't I, that I don't get on very well with my people."
"Of course; yes. Isn't that rather a pity?"
Possibly conscience was plying its spurs. There was some suggestion underlying the quietness of her manner which he found to bring a sense of uneasiness. He would have preferred that she had got on well at Cailsham. He would rather that she had taken a fancy to Devenish.
But she was reasonable--extremely reasonable. He had nothing to grumble at. Yet he could not get away from the sense of something that made each word they said drag slowly, unnaturally into utterance.
He tried to shake it from him.
"Well, what is it you've got to speak to me about?" he asked in a fresh tone of voice, as if with a jerk they were starting again over lighter ground.
"Won't you wait till you've finished your tea?" she asked.
"I have finished."
"No more?"
"No, thanks. Do you mind my smoking?"
She lit a match for him in answer--held it out, waiting while he extracted the cigarette from his case.
"Now tell me," he said, when she had thrown the match away.
She gazed for a moment in the grate, at the kettle breathing contentedly on the gas stove.
"I'm lonely," she said, turning to his eyes.
He met her gaze as well as he could. He knew she was lonely.
Conscience--conscience that no strength of will could override--had often p.r.i.c.ked him on that point. But what was a conscience? He would not have believed himself guilty of the weakness at any other time.
He gave no rein to it.
"But you'll get over that," he said. "You'll get over that."
"I don't think so."
"But why not? Perhaps you give way to it. Find yourself plenty to do. Keep yourself moving. You won't be lonely then."
"I know. But do what?"
"Well," the question faced him. He had to answer it. "Well, you're fond of reading, aren't you?"
"Reading!"
"And you've got these rooms to keep straight. A good many women if they thought they'd got to tidy up two rooms every day would grumble at the amount of labour, because it took up so much of their time."
"Yes; but they'd do it."
"Probably they'd have to."
"And then they wouldn't be lonely."
"Quite so. Isn't that what I say?"
"Yes; but don't you forget one thing?"
"What's that?"
"They'd be doing it for some one else. They wouldn't be doing it for themselves. And don't you think they get the impetus to do it from that?"
She leant forward--no sign of triumph in her face--and watched his eyes. She knew he could not reply to that. He knew it too. He pulled strenuously at his cigarette, then flung it into the empty fireplace.
"Then what is your point?" he asked firmly. He beat around no bushes.
That was not the nature of him. This was a difficulty. He faced it.
This was the scene she had deftly been leading up to. Let her have it out and he would tell her straight, once and for all. "What is your point?" he repeated. "You want me to come back--go through the same business all over again?"
"No!"
Now he was puzzled. His eyes frowned straight into hers.
"Then what? Come along, Sally, out with it."
She turned her head away. He heard the sound in her throat as she began to form the words. But she could not say it. Then her hands covered her face, for a moment stayed there; at last she took them away and met the beating gaze of his eyes.
"If I had a child," she said quickly.
His forehead creased, line upon line. He took a deep breath and leant back in his chair.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"If I had a child," she repeated, "I shouldn't be lonely then. I should have some one to do all these things for then. I should have something to live for."
Traill stood abruptly to his feet. "You're--you're crazy!" he exclaimed.
She stood beside him. Her hand stretched out nervously, touching his coat.
"No, no, I'm not. I mean it. Can't you see what it would mean to me, here alone, night after night, night after night, no one, absolutely no one but myself."
Sally Bishop Part 68
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