When I lose my temper I lose
my head and behave like a lunatic. I'd--let it all out as sure as we
both live. And then----" She broke off with a shrug.
"But, Brigit dear, I don't quite understand. What does Theo think of
your being here all the winter? And the father, doesn't he think it
strange?"
"No. You see, Joyselle went away from England in November, and was
detained for two months; his mother was ill. When I left, I told Theo
I'd write to him once a week, but that I wanted a long rest
before--before I saw him again. I lied, and said I wasn't well.
"Then when Joyselle came back he wrote to me, saying I must come home. I
wrote him a disagreeable note, practically telling him to mind his own
business. He was angry--and besides, he was working hard, and didn't
write again until this morning."
"Oh, I see."
"Theo has been--fairly contented--and I have been trying to tide things
over--no, I haven't, I've just funked it, Pam. I don't know what I'm to
do. I've loved being here, for you and M. de Lensky are so good to
me--but I'm afraid he might come----"
"Theo?"
"_No_," sharply, "Joyselle. He adores Theo and would hack me to pieces
if it would do him any good.
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