And yet as the
happy moments went by in that silent, sunny house, something deep in her
still troubled heart told her that Radmore really loved her--loved her as
perhaps he had not loved her ten years ago, in his hot, selfish,
impulsive youth.
"We needn't tell anyone for a little while, need we?" she whispered at
last.
She had shared her life, given her services to so many during the last
nine years, and she longed to keep this strange new joy a secret for a
while.
"If you like, we need never tell them at all," he answered. "We can just
go out, find a church, and be married!"
"Oh, no; that wouldn't be fair to Janet." And yet the notion of doing
this fascinated her.
CHAPTER XXV
And meanwhile what had been going on at Old Place? Outwardly very little,
yet one long-expected, though when it happened, surprising, thing had
occurred. Also Janet, as the day went on, felt more and more worried
about Jack.
He wandered in and out of the house like an unhappy, unquiet spirit, for
the sudden departure of Enid Crofton for London two days before had taken
him utterly by surprise, the more so that she had left no address, and
he was suspicious of--he knew not what! It was reasonable to suppose she
had gone to pay the debt for which he had provided the money; but then
why keep her address in town secret from him?
At last, this morning, there had come a postcard to Rosamund, asking to
be met at the station, alone, with the Old Place pony-cart.
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