“You know he did,” corrected Teresa gravely. She was silent for another moment, sitting motionless with downcast eyes, then deliberately raised them again and continued:
“At the time he did mean it... She is so beautiful, and fascinating. Everyone admires her. And it was terrible to watch her choking before one’s eyes. It wrung one’s heart. What he said at the time should not be counted. He was not sane. I am thinking of the time before.—Do you,—do you think he meant it before?”
Grizel did not speak. To her impetuous ardent nature, the girl’s composure seemed terrible and unnatural. It affected her more strongly than the most violent hysteria. She sat crunched up into the corner of the sofa, looking white and scared, and helpless, flinching before the steady scrutiny of the blue eyes.
“Please tell me.”
“Teresa, I—wondered! It troubled me. Lately I felt sure. I was sorry it had been arranged to come here together. I tried to alter it; you know I tried... Did you never suspect?”
Teresa hesitated. The colour had faded from her cheek, but she was still calm and collected.
“Not—that! I knew he admired her—that was of course. I knew he liked to be with her whenever he could. Once or twice I felt—lonely! But she was married.—I never dreamt of this. I have read of men falling in love with married women, but I have never known it in real life. I did not think he was that sort.” Scorn spoke in her voice, a youthful intolerance and contempt. It was not only on her own account that she was suffering. Peignton had been to her the ideal man, and the ideal had fallen. The whole structure of life seemed shaken under her feet.
Grizel looked at her, with a saddened glance.
“Poor, dear, little girl! It’s hard for you, but you must try to understand. You’ve lived in a very sheltered little corner, dear, where the difficult things of life have been hidden away out of sight. It’s hard for you to be quite fair, and see the other point of view as well as your own. But you must try. You mustn’t condemn poor Dane. He was engaged to you, and he has fallen in love with another woman. It sounds bad enough on the face of it, but you and I who know him, and have watched him these last months, know that there has been nothing deliberate about it, nothing guilty or underhand. He was engaged to you and he was faithful to you—in intent. He wanted to be faithful. The other thing was just a great trial wave which overtook him and swept him off his feet.”
Teresa set her lips, her face hard and cold.