Book II
31. Chapter XXXI.
(continued)
"I went to see Granny, and just as I was going away
Ellen came in from a walk; so I stayed and had a long
talk with her. It was ages since we'd had a real talk. . . ."
She had dropped into her usual armchair, facing his,
and was running her fingers through her rumpled hair.
He fancied she expected him to speak.
"A really good talk," she went on, smiling with what
seemed to Archer an unnatural vividness. "She was so
dear--just like the old Ellen. I'm afraid I haven't been
fair to her lately. I've sometimes thought--"
Archer stood up and leaned against the mantelpiece,
out of the radius of the lamp.
"Yes, you've thought--?" he echoed as she paused.
"Well, perhaps I haven't judged her fairly. She's so
different--at least on the surface. She takes up such
odd people--she seems to like to make herself conspicuous.
I suppose it's the life she's led in that fast European
society; no doubt we seem dreadfully dull to her.
But I don't want to judge her unfairly."
She paused again, a little breathless with the
unwonted length of her speech, and sat with her lips
slightly parted and a deep blush on her cheeks.
Archer, as he looked at her, was reminded of the
glow which had suffused her face in the Mission Garden
at St. Augustine. He became aware of the same
obscure effort in her, the same reaching out toward
something beyond the usual range of her vision.
"She hates Ellen," he thought, "and she's trying to
overcome the feeling, and to get me to help her to
overcome it."
The thought moved him, and for a moment he was
on the point of breaking the silence between them, and
throwing himself on her mercy.
"You understand, don't you," she went on, "why
the family have sometimes been annoyed? We all did
what we could for her at first; but she never seemed to
understand. And now this idea of going to see Mrs.
Beaufort, of going there in Granny's carriage! I'm afraid
she's quite alienated the van der Luydens . . ."
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