The Hermit of Far End eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 394 pages of information about The Hermit of Far End.

The Hermit of Far End eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 394 pages of information about The Hermit of Far End.

So, out of evil, had come good; out of black darkness had been born the exquisite clear shining of the dawn.

CHAPTER XX

THE SECOND BEST

Sara laid down her pen and very soberly re-read the letter she had just written.  It was to Tim Durward, telling him the engagement between them must be at an end, and its accomplishment had been a matter of sore embarrassment and mental struggle.  Sara hated giving pain, and she knew that this letter, taking from Tim all—­and it was so painfully little—­that she had ever given him, must bring very bitter pain to the man to whom, as friend and comrade, she was deeply attached.

It was barely a month since she had promised to marry him, and it was a difficult, ungracious task, and very open to misapprehension, to write and rescind that promise.

Yet it was characteristic of Sara that no other alternative presented itself to her.  Now that she was sure Garth cared for her—­whether their mutual love must remain for ever unfulfilled, unconsummated, or not—­she knew that she could never give herself to any other man.

She folded and sealed the letter, and then sat quietly contemplating the consequences that it might entail.  Almost inevitably it would mean a complete estrangement from the Durwards.  Elisabeth would be very unlikely ever to forgive her for her treatment of Tim; even kindly hearted Major Durward could not but feel sore about it; and since Garth had not asked her to marry him—­and showed no disposition to do any such thing—­they would almost certainly fail to understand or sympathize with her point of view.

Sara sighed as she dropped her missive into the letter-box.  It meant an end to the pleasant and delightful friendship which had come into her life just at the time when Patrick Lovell’s death had left it very empty and desolate.

Two days of suspense ensued while she restlessly awaited Tim’s reply.  Then, on the third day, he came himself, his eyes incredulous, his face showing traces of the white night her letter had cost him.

He was very gentle with her.  There was no bitterness or upbraiding, and he suffered her explanation with a grave patience that hurt her more than any reproaches he could have uttered.

“I believed it was only I who cared, Tim,” she told him.  “And so I felt free to give you what you wanted—­to be your wife, if you cared to take me, knowing I had no love to give.  I thought”—­she faltered a little—­“that I might as well make someone happy!  But now that I know he loves me as I love him, I couldn’t marry any one else, could I?”

“And are you going to marry him—­this man you love?”

“I don’t know.  He has not asked me to marry him.”

“Perhaps he is married already?”

Sara met his eyes frankly.

“I don’t know even that.”

Tim made a fierce gesture of impatience.

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