However, she smiled kindly into the archly nodding face. Then, in the consciousness of her own great happiness, enveloped little Susie in her beautiful arms, and kissed her.
Miss Susannah never forgot that embrace. It was to her a reflected realisation of what it must be to be loved by Jim Airth. And, thereafter, whenever Miss Murgatroyd saw fit to use such adjectives as “indecent,” “questionable,” or “highly improper,” Miss Susie bravely gathered up her wool-work, and left the room.
Thus the golden days went by, and a letter came for Jim Airth from Lady Ingleby’s secretary. Her ladyship was away at present but would be returning to Shenstone on the following Monday, and would be pleased to give him an interview on Tuesday afternoon. The two o’clock express from Charing Cross would be met at Shenstone station, unless he wrote suggesting another.
“Now that is very civil,” said Jim to Myra, as he passed her the letter, “and how well it suits our plans. We had already arranged both to go up to town on Monday, and you on to Shenstone. So I can come down by that two o’clock train on Tuesday, get my interview with Lady Ingleby over as quickly as may be, and dash off to my girl at the Lodge. I hope to goodness she won’t want to give me tea!”
“Which ‘she’?” asked Myra, smiling. “I shall certainly want to give you tea.”
“Then I shall decline Lady Ingleby’s,” said Jim with decision.
Even during those wonderful days he went on steadily with his book, Myra sitting near him in the smoking-room, writing letters or reading, while he worked. “I do better work if you are within reach, or at all events, within sight,” Jim had said; and it was impossible that Lady Ingleby’s mind should not have contrasted the thrill of pleasure this gave her, with the old sense of being in the way if work was to be done; and of being shut out from the chief interests of Michael’s life, by the closing of the laboratory door. Ah, how different from the way in which Jim already made her a part of himself, enfolding her into his every interest.
She wrote fully of her happiness to Mrs. Dalmain, telling her in detail the unusual happenings which had brought it so rapidly to pass. Also a few lines to her old friend the Duchess of Meldrum, merely announcing the fact of her engagement and the date of her return to Shenstone, promising full particulars later. This letter held also a message for Ronald and Billy, should they chance to be at Overdene.
Sunday evening, their last at Tregarth, came all too soon. They went to the little church together, sitting among the simple fisher folk at Evensong. As they looked over one hymn book, and sang “Eternal Father, strong to save,” both thought of “Davy Jones” in the middle of the hymn, and had to exchange a smile; yet with an instant added reverence of petition and thanksgiving.
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