Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

Dahlia’s voice issued, from a terrible inward conflict, like a voice of the tombs.  “No,” she said.

“Then, will you show him to me?  Let me have a look at him.”

Pushed from misery to misery, she struggled within herself again, and again in the same hollow manner said, “Yes.”

“You will?”

“Yes.”

“Seein’s believin’.  If you’ll show him to me, or me to him...”

“Oh! don’t talk of it.”  Dahlia struck her fingers in a tight lock.

“I only want to set eye on him, my gal.  Whereabouts does he live?”

“Down—­down a great—­very great way in the West.”

Anthony stared.

She replied to the look:  “In the West of London—­a long way down.”

“That’s where he is?”

“Yes.”

“I thought—­hum!” went the old man suspiciously.  When am I to see him?  Some day?”

“Yes; some day.”

“Didn’t I say, Sunday?”

“Next Sunday?”—­Dahlia gave a muffled cry.

“Yes, next Sunday.  Day after to-morrow.  And I’ll write off to-morrow, and ease th’ old farmer’s heart, and Rhoda ’ll be proud for you.  She don’t care about gentleman—­or no gentleman.  More do th’ old farmer.  It’s let us, live and die respectable, and not disgrace father nor mother.  Old-fashioned’s best-fashioned about them things, I think.  Come, you bring him—­your husband—­to me on Sunday, if you object to my callin’ on you.  Make up your mind to.”

“Not next Sunday—­the Sunday after,” Dahlia pleaded.  “He is not here now.”

“Where is he?” Anthony asked.

“He’s in the country.”

Anthony pounced on her, as he had done previously.

“You said to me he was abroad.”

“In the country—­abroad.  Not—­not in the great cities.  I could not make known your wishes to him.”

She gave this cool explanation with her eyelids fluttering timorously, and rose as she uttered it, but with faint and ill-supporting limbs, for during the past hour she had gone through the sharpest trial of her life, and had decided for the course of her life.  Anthony was witless thereof, and was mystified by his incapability of perceiving where and how he had been deluded; but he had eaten all the muffin on the plate, and her rising proclaimed that she had no intention of making him call for another; which was satisfactory.  He drank off her cup of tea at a gulp.

The waitress named the sum he was to pay, and receiving a meditative look in return for her air of expectancy after the amount had been laid on the table, at once accelerated their passage from the shop by opening the door.

“If ever I did give pennies, I’d give ’em to you,” said Anthony, when he was out of her hearing.  “Women beat men in guessing at a man by his face.  Says she—­you’re honourable—­you’re legal—­but prodigal ain’t your portion.  That’s what she says, without the words, unless she’s a reader.  Now, then, Dahly, my lass, you take my arm.  Buckle to.  We’ll to the West.  Don’t th’ old farmer pronounce like ‘toe’ the West?  We’ll ‘toe’ the West.  I can afford to laugh at them big houses up there.

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