“My darling,” she said now, “you are not quite happy; but that is because you don’t allow yourself to get well. You’ve never recovered from your attack last summer; and you won’t, until you come out into the world again and see people. This autumn you ought to have been at Homburg or at Aix, where you’d take a little cure of waters and a great deal of cure of people. You were born to bask in friendship and the sun, and to draw from the world as much as you deserve, a little from many, for all you give in return. Because, dearest, you are a very agreeable person, with enough wit and humanity to make it worth the world’s while to conspire to make you do what will give it most pleasure, and let yourself get most—and that’s why I’ve come.”
“What a person of importance I am!” answered Hylda, with a laugh that was far from mirthful, though she caught the plump, wrinkled little hand of the Duchess and pressed it. “But really I’m getting well here fast. I’m very strong again. It is so restful, and one’s days go by so quietly.”
“Yet, I’m not sure that it’s rest you want. I don’t think it is. You want tonics—men and women and things. Monte Carlo would do you a world of good—I’d go with you. Eglington gambles here”—she watched Hylda closely—“why shouldn’t you gamble there?”
“Eglington gambles?” Hylda’s face took on a frightened look, then it cleared again, and she smiled. “Oh, of course, with international affairs, you mean. Well, I must stay here and be the croupier.”
“Nonsense! Eglington is his own croupier. Besides, he is so much in London, and you so much here. You sit with the distaff; he throws the dice.”
Hylda’s lips tightened a little. Her own inner life, what Eglington was to her or she to Eglington, was for the ears of no human being, however friendly. She had seen little of him of late, but in one sense that had been a relief, though she would have done anything to make that feeling impossible. His rather precise courtesy and consideration, when he was with her, emphasised the distance between “the first fine careless rapture” and this grey quiet. And, strange to say, though in the first five years after the Cairo days and deeds, Egypt seemed an infinite space away, and David a distant, almost legendary figure, now Egypt seemed but beyond the door—as though, opening it, she would stand near him who represented the best of all that she might be capable of thinking. Yet all the time she longed for Eglington to come and say one word, which would be like touching the lever of the sluice-gates of her heart, to let loose the flood. As the space grew between her and Eglington, her spirit trembled, she shrank back, because she saw that sea towards which she was drifting.
As she did not answer the last words of the Duchess, the latter said presently: “When do you expect Eglington?”
“Not till the week-end; it is a busy week with him,” Hylda answered; then added hastily, though she had not thought of it till this moment: “I shall probably go up to town with you to-morrow.”
She did not know that Eglington was already in the house, and had given orders to the butler that she was not to be informed of his arrival for the present.
“Well, if you get that far, will you come with me to the Riviera, or to Florence, or Sicily—or Cairo?” the other asked, adjusting her gold-brown wig with her babyish hands.