“Oh, well! but they knew a great deal of each other.”
Grizel’s smile was enigmatic, for the secret of Katrine Beverley’s correspondence with her unknown lover was not divulged outside the family circle. She said good-bye to the Vicar’s wife at the parting of the way, and turned in at the gate of her own domain.
Daffodils were nodding among the grass. A bed beneath the window was ablaze with many-coloured anemones, the shimmer of green was on the trees; and at the study window stood Martin watching for her return. Grizel’s heart swelled within her. Despite the enlargement made for her benefit, despite the general air of freshness and prosperity, it was after all but a modest establishment, ludicrously small when contrasted with her former homes, yet for Grizel all the riches and treasures of life were contained within those four walls. With the clanging of the gate the world was shut out, and she entered home as a sanctuary. Most of us are so occupied regretting past joys, and planning joys for the future, that it is only at rare moments that we realise the joy of the present. “I was so happy.”
“I shall be so happy.” These are expressions of daily use. The sound of “I am happy,” is so rare as to bring with it the effect of shock. Grizel was one of the fortunate ones who continually realise the happiness of the present, but even she had her positives and superlatives. Since hearing the news of the hour she had been conscious of a weight of depression, but with the opening of the gate that weight disappeared. It seemed as if no joy that life could have to bestow could exceed that of home-coming, with the sight of Martin waiting for her return!
She smiled in answer to his waving hand, but his quick eye caught the sobered expression on her face, and he hurried to meet her, and drew her into the drawing-room.
“Anything the matter, my precious one? Anything troubling you?”
Grizel leant her head on his shoulder with a forgetfulness of coiffure which in itself would have raised his apprehension. Her hands clasped themselves round his arm, she drew a long trembling sigh.
“Oh, Martin, hold me close! Don’t let anything happen!”
“What has happened, dear, to upset you like this?”
“Nothing; but I’m afraid. Oh, if we are very good, and go on being thankful, and doing our best, need we have troubles to spoil it? It’s... it’s Paradise, Martin, and I want it to last!”