"And you have never written to him, and don't know whether he is alive or dead?""No."
"Then I have been nursing in my bosom for three years at one and the same time a brave, independent, matter-of-fact young person and the most idiotic, sentimental heroine that ever figured in a romantic opera or a country ballad." Helen did not reply."Well, my dear," said the duchess after a pause, "I see that you are condemned to pass your days with me in some cheap hotel on the continent." Helen looked up wonderingly."Yes," she continued, "Isuppose I must now make up my mind to sell my place to this gilded South American, who has taken a fancy to it.But I am not going to spoil my day by seeing him NOW.No; we will excuse ourselves from going to Deep Hill to-day, and we will go back home quietly after luncheon.It will be a mercy to Sir James.""But," said Helen earnestly, "I can go back to my old life, and earn my own living.""Not if I can help it," said the duchess grimly."Your independence has made you a charming companion to me, I admit; but I shall see that it does not again spoil your chances of marrying.Here comes Sir James.Really, my dear, I don't know which one of you looks the more relieved."On their way back through the park Helen again urged the duchess to give up the idea of selling Hamley Court, and to consent to her taking up her old ******* and independence once more."I shall never, never forget your loving kindness and protection," continued the young girl, tenderly."You will let me come to you always when you want me; but you will let me also shape my life anew, and work for my living." The duchess turned her grave, half humorous face towards her."That means you have determined to seek HIM.Well!
Perhaps if you give up your other absurd idea of independence, Imay assist you.And now I really believe, dear, that there is that dreadful South American," pointing to a figure that was crossing the lawn at Hamley Court, "hovering round like a vulture.Well, Ican't see him to-day if he calls, but YOU may.By the way, they say he is not bad-looking, was a famous general in the South American War, and is rolling in money, and comes here on a secret mission from his government.But I forget--the rest of our life is to be devoted to seeking ANOTHER.And I begin to think I am not a good matchmaker."Helen was in no mood for an interview with the stranger, whom, like the duchess, she was inclined to regard as a portent of fate and sacrifice.She knew her friend's straitened circumstances, which might make such a sacrifice necessary to insure a competency for her old age, and, as Helen feared also, a provision for herself.
She knew the strange tenderness of this masculine woman, which had survived a husband's infidelities and a son's forgetfulness, to be given to her, and her heart sank at the prospect of separation, even while her pride demanded that she should return to her old life again.Then she wondered if the duchess was right; did she still cherish the hope of meeting Ostrander again? The tears she had kept back all that day asserted themselves as she flung open the library door and ran across the garden into the myrtle walk.
"In hospital!" The words had been ringing in her ears though Sir James's complacent speech, through the oddly constrained luncheon, through the half-tender, half-masculine reasoning of her companion.
He HAD loved her--he had suffered and perhaps thought her false.
Suddenly she stopped.At the further end of the walk the ominous stranger whom she wished to avoid was standing looking towards the house.