All Roads Lead to Calvary eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about All Roads Lead to Calvary.

All Roads Lead to Calvary eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 355 pages of information about All Roads Lead to Calvary.

She would have run away if she could, leaving him to guess at her real reason—­if he were smart enough.  But that would have meant excuses and explanations all round.  She was writing a daily column of notes for Greyson now, in addition to the weekly letter from Clorinda; and Mrs. Denton, having compromised with her first dreams, was delegating to Joan more and more of her work.  She wrote to Mrs. Phillips that she was feeling unwell and would be unable to lunch with them on the Sunday, as had been arranged.  Mrs. Phillips, much disappointed, suggested Wednesday; but it seemed on Wednesday she was no better.  And so it drifted on for about a fortnight, without her finding the courage to come to any decision; and then one morning, turning the corner into Abingdon Street, she felt a slight pull at her sleeve; and Hilda was beside her.  The child had shown an uncanny intuition in not knocking at the door.  Joan had been fearing that, and would have sent down word that she was out.  But it had to be faced.

“Are you never coming again?” asked the child.

“Of course,” answered Joan, “when I’m better.  I’m not very well just now.  It’s the weather, I suppose.”

The child turned her head as they walked and looked at her.  Joan felt herself smarting under that look, but persisted.

“I’m very much run down,” she said.  “I may have to go away.”

“You promised to help him,” said the child.

“I can’t if I’m ill,” retorted Joan.  “Besides, I am helping him.  There are other ways of helping people than by wasting their time talking to them.”

“He wants you,” said the child.  “It’s your being there that helps him.”

Joan stopped and turned.  “Did he send you?” she asked.

“No,” the child answered.  “Mama had a headache this morning, and I slipped out.  You’re not keeping your promise.”

Palace Yard, save for a statuesque policeman, was empty.

“How do you know that my being with him helps him?” asked Joan.

“You know things when you love anybody,” explained the child.  “You feel them.  You will come again, soon?”

Joan did not answer.

“You’re frightened,” the child continued in a passionate, low voice.  “You think that people will talk about you and look down upon you.  You oughtn’t to think about yourself.  You ought to think only about him and his work.  Nothing else matters.”

“I am thinking about him and his work,” Joan answered.  Her hand sought Hilda’s and held it.  “There are things you don’t understand.  Men and women can’t help each other in the way you think.  They may try to, and mean no harm in the beginning, but the harm comes, and then not only the woman but the man also suffers, and his work is spoilt and his life ruined.”

The small, hot hand clasped Joan’s convulsively.

“But he won’t be able to do his work if you keep away and never come back to him,” she persisted.  “Oh, I know it.  It all depends upon you.  He wants you.”

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