Lady Beveridge suffered, going in the narrow
doorway into therather ugly flat.
This anger reddened hereyes and shattered her
nerves. Lady Daphne was sitting by the electric fire inthe small yellow
drawing-room, talking to a visitor. I am glad they have not forgotten my
horse.
A sudden darkness blots out the walls of the room
as they allspring to their feet in consternation. Never was anything more dull and
bitter than Daphnes affirmativeof hope. Thepitch-black look in the Counts wide eyes
puzzled her. Whatluck have you had since you burned me?
Remember what HAS been before, even
inEurope.
A vision of the statue before Rheims Cathedral
appears.
Why could it not all be just clean disaster, and
have done with it? It was Count Johann Dionys Psanek, a Bohemian. I say tothem, If
you only saw what you think about you would think quitedifferently about
it.
Well, you see, I did a very cruel thing once
becauseI did not know what cruelty was like.
She had as good a right to across as they had; and
they had dozens of them. I would not mind if they buried me alive, if it were very
deep, anddark, and the earth heavy above. Why could it not all be just clean
disaster, and have done with it? Her hair was soft and heavy,of a lovely pallid gold
colour, ash-blond. I wrote a fineletter to set you right at the new
trial.
He was a bit like a monkey, buthe had his
points.
Rather better, came the resentful
answer.
Her long, pale, rather worn face, and her nervous
littlegestures somehow inspired confidence. Though men destroyed my body, yet in my
soul I have seenGod.