their heads; a little farther and the path was almost a tunnel. Jenny hurried on until it opened into a curious square clearing. A hedge of clipped holly gave it high, impenetrable walls. In one of the walls a window had been cut. It framed a brilliant, exquisite picture of blue sky, sunny water, and green meadow. The place itself was dark and cold.
As they came into it, Anne flung her free arm about Jenny.
âOh, Jen!â she said.
Just for a moment there was a response. Then Jenny stood away, her hand dropping to her side.
âWhy did you come?â she said. âOh, Anne, why did you come?â
A sense of confusion came over Anne. The whole of her consciousness was so full of the joy of being with Jenny again that there was literally no room in it for anything else. But something else was pushing against the door of her thought, pressing to come in. The darkness of this overshadowed place added to her bewilderment. She put out her hands and said, speaking slowly and doubtfully:
âWhy, Jen, whereâI meanâdidnât you want me to come?â
âI told you not to come. I told you not to do anything till youâd seen Mr. Carruthers.â
âHeâs been ill. Heâs away.â Then after a pause, âI wired.â
âWhatâs the good of wiring? You didnât wait for an answerâand I only got the wire ten minutes before you arrived. Weâd been out to lunch at Greystones. It was all I could do to get away from the rest of them and catch you at the gate.â
Anneâs eyebrows drew together; her eyes dwelt on Jenny with a puzzled look.
âHave you got a party?â
âPeople for the week-end. But, anyhow âAnne, you must see that you canât possibly come here like this.â
Anne went on looking. Part of her mind was thinking how well Jenny looked, and how prettyâwhite suited her. Part of it was not thinking at all, but trying, with an awful sense of strain, to keep out that pressing, pushing something which sought to force a way for itself.
âWhy, Jen?â
Jenny came nearer.
âWhy on earth didnât you wait until you heard from me? You ought to have waited.â
âNoâI donât think so. I had to see youâI had to know what youâd been saying to people. As it was, I nearly ran into Aurora. And I thoughtââ She gave a little laugh.
â Aurora! â Jennyâs tone was quite horrified.
âYes, my child, Aurora. If I hadnât been frightfully quick, sheâd have seen me. And before she sees me, I think I should just like to know how much Aurora knows.â
âShe doesnât know anything.â
âHow do you mean she doesnât know anything? Iâm supposed to have been travelling with her. Doesnât she know that?â
âNo, she doesnât. I wrote to her, and the letter came back. And I didnât think sheâd be coming home for months, because Leonard Fairlie said that Mabel told him that Aurora was just off to Kurdistan. So I made sure that she wouldnât be back for ages. Are you certain it was Aurora?â
Anne laughed again. Jenny never believed anything she didnât want to believe. If it suited her to feel sure that Aurora was in Kurdistan, she would continue to feel sure in the face of the most daunting evidence.
âOf course Iâm certain. I saw her. Sheâs staying at Haydonâs HotelâI saw her signature in the register.â
âI must see her,â said Jenny. âOrâorâyou can see her for me. We really oughtnât to lose any time, and the very earliest day I could possibly go to town would be Wednesday. Yes, youâd better see her. Look here, youâll catch the four-forty-five if you hurry. I told the taxi to wait.â
A stab of pain pierced the confusion of Anneâs thoughts. Jenny had told the taxi to wait. She was not to stay at Waterdene; she was to go back to
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