I'll make him play to me, too; and I
shall see his big unseeing eyes, and his wonderful hands!" The very
wheels of the train seemed to be saying, "I'll see him, I'll see him,
I'll see him," and when she landed at Dover, in a pouring rain, she
could have laughed aloud for sheer joy.
Her mother was living in town, in the tiny house in Pont Street, but had
gone to the country for the week-end, so the girl, to her great delight,
was alone with the servants.
Putting on a dressing-gown she sat down by her fire and closed her eyes.
"Three months, a fortnight, and six days," she thought. "It seems years.
I wonder what he will say to me? Will he be glad to see me? And--how am
I to do? Shall I tell Theo, and make him tell? Or shall I be brave--as
Pam would--and tell him myself!"
Then, realising her absurdity in forgetting that after all it was more
Theo's affair than his father's, she laughed aloud.
It was easy to laugh, for whatever happened she would see Victor
Joyselle that evening, and beyond that she could not, would not, look.
The world might end to-morrow, and it mattered nothing to her. That
night he and she would be face to face.
She shuddered, for he would call her his daughter and kiss her forehead.
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