Anne Severn and the Fieldings - Page 306/574

"We can't now. We mustn't."

And yet she knew that it would happen in some time, in some way. But not

now. Not like this.

"We mustn't."

"Don't you want me to take you in my arms?"

"No. Not that."

"What, then?" He pressed tighter.

"I want you not to hurt Maisie."

"It's too late to think of Maisie now."

"I'm not thinking of her. I'm thinking of you. You'll hurt yourself

frightfully if you hurt her." She wrenched his hands apart and went from

him to the door.

"What are you going to do?" he said.

"I'm going to fetch the lamp."

She left him standing there.

A few minutes later she came back carrying the lighted lamp. He took it

from her and set it on the table.

"And now?"

"Now you're going back to Colin. And we're both going to be good...You

do want to be good--don't you?"

"Yes. But I don't see how we're going to manage it."

"We could manage it if we didn't see each other. If I went away."

"Anne, you wouldn't. You can't mean that. I couldn't stand not seeing

you. You couldn't stand it, either."

"I have stood it. I can stand it again."

"You can't. Not now. It's all different. I swear I'll be decent. I won't

say another word if only you won't go."

"I don't see how I can very well. There's the land... No. Colin must

look after that. I'll go when the ploughing's done. And some day you'll

be glad I went."

"Go. Go. You'll find out then."

Their tenderness was over. Something hard and defiant had come in to

them with the light. He was at the door now.

"And you'll come back," he said. "You'll see you'll come back."