"Don't be alarmed," he said, breathless. "I happened to see you. Let me

come in a minute."

She had put her hand up to her breast, her face was colourless, her eyes

widened by alarm. Then seeming to master herself, she inclined her head,

and said: "Very well."

Soames closed the door. He, too, had need to recover, and when she had

passed into the sitting-room, waited a full minute, taking deep breaths

to still the beating of his heart. At this moment, so fraught with the

future, to take out that morocco case seemed crude. Yet, not to take it

out left him there before her with no preliminary excuse for coming. And

in this dilemma he was seized with impatience at all this paraphernalia

of excuse and justification. This was a scene--it could be nothing else,

and he must face it. He heard her voice, uncomfortably, pathetically

soft:

"Why have you come again? Didn't you understand that I would rather you

did not?"

He noticed her clothes--a dark brown velvet corduroy, a sable boa, a

small round toque of the same. They suited her admirably. She had money

to spare for dress, evidently! He said abruptly:

"It's your birthday. I brought you this," and he held out to her the

green morocco case.

"Oh! No-no!"

Soames pressed the clasp; the seven stones gleamed out on the pale grey

velvet.

"Why not?" he said. "Just as a sign that you don't bear me ill-feeling

any longer."

"I couldn't."

Soames took it out of the case.

"Let me just see how it looks."

She shrank back.

He followed, thrusting his hand with the brooch in it against the front

of her dress. She shrank again.

Soames dropped his hand.

"Irene," he said, "let bygones be bygones. If I can, surely you might.

Let's begin again, as if nothing had been. Won't you?" His voice was

wistful, and his eyes, resting on her face, had in them a sort of

supplication.

She, who was standing literally with her back against the wall, gave a

little gulp, and that was all her answer. Soames went on:

"Can you really want to live all your days half-dead in this little

hole? Come back to me, and I'll give you all you want. You shall live

your own life; I swear it."

He saw her face quiver ironically.

"Yes," he repeated, "but I mean it this time. I'll only ask one thing.

I just want--I just want a son. Don't look like that! I want one. It's

hard." His voice had grown hurried, so that he hardly knew it for his

own, and twice he jerked his head back as if struggling for breath. It

was the sight of her eyes fixed on him, dark with a sort of fascinated

fright, which pulled him together and changed that painful incoherence

to anger.




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