The Odd Women. George Gissing

would call me an immodest girl, but I don't think it is true. I may perhaps come to feel you as a girl ought to when she marries, and how else can I tell unless I meet you and talk with you? And your position is just the same. I don't blame you for a moment; I think it would be ridiculous to blame you. Yet we have gone against the ordinary rule, and people would make us suffer for it—or me, at all events.

      Her voice at the close was uncertain. Widdowson looked at her with eyes of passionate admiration.

      'Thank you for saying that—for putting it so well, and so kindly for me. Let us disregard people, then. Let us go on seeing each other. I love you with all my soul'—he choked a little at this first utterance of the solemn word—'and your rules shall be mine. Give me a chance of winning you. Tell me if I offend you in anything—if there's anything you dislike in me.'

      'Will you cease coming to look for me when I don't know of it?'

      'I promise you. I will never come again. And you will meet me a little oftener?'

      'I will see you once every week. But I must still be perfectly free.'

      'Perfectly! I will only try to win you as any man may who loves a woman.'

      The tired horse clattered upon the hard highway and clouds gathered for a night of storm.

      CHAPTER VIII

      COUSIN EVERARD

      As Miss Barfoot's eye fell on the letters brought to her at breakfast-time, she uttered an exclamation, doubtful in its significance. Rhoda Nunn, who rarely had a letter from any one, looked up inquiringly.

      'I am greatly mistaken if that isn't my cousin Everard's writing. I thought so. He is in London.'

      Rhoda made no remark.

      'Pray read it,' said the other, handing her friend the epistle after she had gone through it.

      The handwriting was remarkably bold, but careful. Punctuation was strictly attended to, and in places a word had been obliterated with a circular scrawl which left it still legible.

      'DEAR COUSIN MARY,—I hear that you are still active in an original way, and that civilization is more and more indebted to you. Since my arrival in London a few weeks ago, I have several times been on the point of calling at your house, but scruples withheld me. Our last interview was not quite friendly on your side, you will remember, and perhaps your failure to write to me means continued displeasure; in that case I might be rejected at your door, which I shouldn't like, for I am troubled with a foolish sense of personal dignity. I have taken a flat, and mean to stay in London for at least half a year. Please let me know whether I may see you. Indeed I should like to. Nature meant us for good friends, but prejudice came between us. Just a line, either of welcome or "get thee behind me!" In spite of your censures, I always was, and still am, affectionately yours,

      EVERARD BARFOOT.'

      Rhoda perused the sheet very attentively.

      'An impudent letter,' said Miss Barfoot. 'Just like him.'

      'Where does he appear from?'

      'Japan, I suppose. "But prejudice came between us." I like that! Moral conviction is always prejudice in the eyes of these advanced young men. Of course he must come. I am anxious to see what time has made of him.'

      'Was it really moral censure that kept you from writing to him?' inquired Rhoda, with a smile.

      'Decidedly. I didn't approve of him at all, as I have frequently told you.'

      'But I gather that he hasn't changed much.'

      'Not in theories,' replied Miss Barfoot. 'That isn't to be expected. He is far too stubborn. But in mode of life he may possibly be more tolerable.'

      'After two or three years in Japan,' rejoined Rhoda, with a slight raising of the eyebrows.

      'He is about three-and-thirty, and before he left England I think he showed possibilities of future wisdom. Of course I disapprove of him, and, if necessary, shall let him understand that quite as plainly as before. But there's no harm in seeing if he has learnt to behave himself.'

      Everard Barfoot received an invitation to dine. It was promptly accepted, and on the evening of the appointment he arrived at half-past seven. His cousin sat alone in the drawing-room. At his entrance she regarded him with keen but friendly scrutiny.

      He had a tall, muscular frame, and a head of striking outline, with large nose, full lips, deep-set eyes, and prominent eyebrows. His hair was the richest tone of chestnut; his moustache and beard—the latter peaking slightly forward—inclined to redness. Excellent health manifested itself in the warm purity of his skin, in his cheerful aspect, and the lightness of his bearing. The lower half of his forehead was wrinkled, and when he did not fix his look on anything in particular, his eyelids drooped, giving him for the moment an air of languor. On sitting down, he at once abandoned himself to a posture of the completest ease, which his admirable proportions made graceful. From his appearance one would have expected him to speak in rather loud and decided tones; but he had a soft voice, and used it with all the discretion of good-breeding, so that at times it seemed to caress the ear. To this mode of utterance corresponded his smile, which was frequent, but restrained to the expression of a delicate, good-natured irony.

      'No one had told me of your return,' were Miss Barfoot's first words as she shook hands with him.

      'I fancy because no one knew. You were the first of my kinsfolk to whom I wrote.'

      'Much honour, Everard. You look very well.'

      'I am glad to be able to say the same of you. And yet I hear that you work harder than ever.'

      'Who is the source of your information about me?'

      'I had an account of you from Tom, in a letter that caught me at Constantinople.'

      'Tom? I thought he had forgotten my existence. Who told him about me I can't imagine. So you didn't come straight home from Japan?'

      Barfoot was nursing his knee, his head thrown back.

      'No; I loitered a little in Egypt and Turkey. Are you living quite alone?'

      He drawled slightly on the last word, its second vowel making quite a musical note, of wonderful expressiveness. The clear decision of his cousin's reply was a sharp contrast.

      'A lady lives with me—Miss Nunn. She will join us in a moment.'

      'Miss Nunn?' He smiled. 'A partner in your activity?'

      'She gives me valuable help.'

      'I must hear all about it—if you will kindly tell me some day. It will interest me greatly. You always were the most interesting of our family. Brother Tom promised to be a genius, but marriage has blighted the hope, I fear.'

      'The marriage was a very absurd one.'

      'Was it? I feared so; but Tom seems satisfied. I suppose they will stay at Madeira.'

      'Until his wife is tired of her imaginary phthisis, and amuses herself with imagining some other ailment that requires them to go to Siberia.'

      'Ah, that kind of person, is she?' He smiled indulgently, and played for a moment with the lobe of his right ear. His ears were small, and of the ideal contour; the hand, too, thus displayed, was a fine example of blended strength and elegance.

      Rhoda came in, so quietly that she was able to observe the guest before he had detected her presence. The movement of Miss Barfoot's eyes first informed him that another person was in the room. In the quietest possible way the introduction was performed, and all seated themselves.

      Dressed, like the hostess, in black, and without ornaments of any kind save a silver buckle at her waist, Rhoda seemed to have endeavoured to liken herself to the suggestion of her name by the excessive plainness with which she had arranged her hair; its tight smoothness was nothing like so becoming as the mode she usually adopted, and it made her look older. Whether by accident or design, she took an upright chair, and sat upon it in a stiff attitude. Finding it difficult to suspect Rhoda of shyness, Miss Barfoot once or twice glanced at her with curiosity. For settled conversation there was no time; a servant announced dinner almost immediately.

      'There