“You don’t know me,” she challenged, laughing; “it’s Meta Beggs; I teach the school, you know.”
Instantly the memory returned to him of a woman’s round, gleaming shoulders slipping into a web of soft white; he recalled the school-teacher’s bitter arraignment of her life, her prospects. “I didn’t know you,” he admitted, “and that’s the fact; it was the dark.” He hesitated once more, conscious of the awkwardness of his position, talking upward to an indistinguishable shape. “I heard you were back,” he continued impotently.
“Yes,” she assented, “there was nothing else open.... Won’t you come up and smoke a cigarette? It’s pleasant here on the gallery.”
He mounted the steps, making his way over the narrow, hollow-sounding passage to her side. She was seated overlooking the rift of the valley. “I’ll get you a chair,” she said, rising. At her side a door opened into a dim room. “No, no,” he protested, “let me—in here?”
He entered the room. It was, he divined, hers. His foot struck against a chair, and his hand caught the back. A thin, clinging under-garment rested on it, which he deposited on a vague bed. It stuck to his fingers like a cobweb. There was just room on the balcony to arrange the chairs side by side.
VI
The spring night was potent, warm and damp; it was filled with intangible influences which troubled the mind and stirred the memory to vain, melancholy groping. Meta Beggs was so close to Gordon that their shoulders touched. He rolled a cigarette and lit it, resting his arms upon the railing. Her face was white in the gloom; not white as Lettice’s had been, like a flower, but sharply cut like marble; her nose was finely modelled, her lips were delicately curved, but thin, compressed. He could distinguish over her the paramount air of dissatisfaction.
She aroused in him unbidden thoughts; without the slightest freedom of gesture or words she gave the impression of careless license. He grew instinctively, at once, familiar, confidential, in his attitude toward her. And she responded in the same manner; she did not draw back when their arms accidentally met.