Beyond the Rocks

He stopped suddenly; there were some circumstances which, sitting there

beside her, he would rather not remember connected with Russia.

This was one of the peculiarities of Theodora. There was something about

her which seemed to wither up all low or vicious things. It was not that

she filled people with ascetic thoughts of saints and angels and their

mother in heaven, only she seemed suddenly to enhance simple joys with

beauty and charm.

They talked on for half an hour, and with every moment he discovered

fresh qualities of sweetness and light in her gentle heart.

She was not ill educated either, but she had never speculated upon

things, she took them for granted just as they were, and Jean d'Agrève

was probably the only awakening book she had ever read.

Hector all at once seemed to realize his mother's vision, and to

understand for the first time what marriage might mean. That to possess

this exquisite bit of God's finished work for his very own, to live with

her in the country, at old Bracondale, to see her honored and adored,

surrounded by little children--his children--would be a dream of bliss

far, far beyond any dream he had ever known. A domestic, tender dream of

sweetness that he had always laughed at before as a final thing when

life's other joys should be over, and now it seemed suddenly to be the

only heaven and completion of his soul's desire.

Then he remembered Josiah Brown with a hideous pang of pain and

bitterness--and they went in to lunch.

* * * * * Theodora was so gay! Captain Fitzgerald and Mrs. McBride were already

seated when they joined them in the restaurant. Most of the other

visitors had finished--it was almost two o'clock.

There was a good deal of black middle in the widow's eyes, Theodora

noticed, and wondered to herself if she had had a happy and exciting

hour too. Papa looked complacent and handsomer than ever, she thought.

She did hope it was going well. And she wondered how they were to

dispose of their afternoon.

The widow soon settled this. She had, she said, a wild desire to rush

through the air for a little--she must have her chauffeur go at full

speed--somewhere--anywhere--her nerves needed calming! And Captain

Fitzgerald had agreed to accompany her. Their destination was unknown,

and they might not be back for tea, so Lord Bracondale must take the

greatest care of Theodora and give her some if they did not turn up.

They certainly would for dinner, but eight o'clock would be time enough

for that.

When your destination is unknown you can never say how many hours it

will take to get there and back, she pointed out. And no one felt

inclined to argue with her about this obvious truth!