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III.
Adela Chart saw nothing of her brother for nearly a week; he had more and more his own time and hours, adjusted to his tremendous responsibilities, and he spent whole days at his crammer's. When she knocked at his door, late in the evening, he was not in his room. It was known in the house that he was greatly worried; he was horribly nervous about his ordeal. It was to begin on the 23d of June, and his father was as worried as himself. The wedding had been arranged in relation to this; they wished poor Godfrey's fate settled first, though it was felt that the nuptials would be darkened if it should not be settled right.
Ten days after her morning visit to Mrs. Churchley Adela began to perceive that there was a difference in the air; but as yet she was afraid to exult. It was not a difference for the better, so that there might be still many hours of pain. Her father, since the announcement of his intended marriage, had been visibly pleased with himself, but that pleasure appeared to have undergone a check. Adela had the impression which the passengers on a great steamer receive when, in the middle of the night, they hear the engines stop. As this impression resolves itself into the general sense that something serious has happened, so the girl asked herself what had happened now. She had expected something serious; but it was as if she couldn't keep still in her cabinshe wanted to go up and see. On the 20th, just before breakfast, her maid brought her a message from her brother. Mr. Godfrey would be obliged if she would speak to him in his room. She went straight up to him, dreading to find him ill, broken down on the eve of his formidable week. This was not the case, however, inasmuch as he appeared to be already at work, to have been at work since dawn. But he was very white, and his eyes had a strange and new expression. Her beautiful young brother looked older; he looked haggard and hard. He met her there as if he had been waiting for her, and he said immediately: Please to tell me this, Adela: what was the purpose of your visit, the other morning, to Mrs. Churchleythe day I met you at her door?
She staredshe hesitated. The purpose? What's the matter? Why do you ask?
 
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They've put it offthey've put it off a month.
Ah, thank God! said Adela.
Why do you thank God? Godfrey exclaimed roughly.
His sister gave a strained, intense smile. You know I think it's all wrong.
He stood looking at her up and down. What did you do there? How did you interfere?
Who told you I interfered? she asked, flushing.
You said somethingyou did something. I knew you had done it when I saw you come out.
What I did was my own business.
Damn your own business! cried the young man.
She had never in her life been so spoken to, and in advance, if she had been given the choice, she would have said that she would rather die than be so spoken to by Godfrey. But her spirit was high, and for a moment she was as angry as if some one had cut at her with a whip. She escaped the blow, but she felt the insult. And
your
business, then? she asked. I wondered what that was when I saw
you.
He stood a moment longer frowning at her; then, with the exclamation You've made a pretty mess! he turned away from her and sat down to his books.
They had put it off, as he said; her father was dry and stiff and official about it. I suppose I had better let you know that we have thought it best to postpone our marriage till the end of the summerMrs. Churchley has so many arrangements to make: he was not more expansive than that. She neither knew nor greatly cared whether it was her fancy or a reality that he watched her obliquely, to see how she would take these words. She flattered herself that, thanks to Godfrey's preparation, cruel as the form of it had been, she took them very cleverly. She had a perfectly good conscience, for she was now able to judge what odious elements Mrs. Churchley, whom she had not seen since the morning in Prince's Gate, had already introduced into their relations with each other. She was able to infer that her father had not concurred in the postponement, for he was more restless than before, more absent, and distinctly irritable. There was of course still the question of how much of this condition was to be attributed to his solicitude about Godfrey. That young man took
 
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occasion to say a horrible thing to his sister: If I don't pass it will be your fault. These were dreadful days for the girl, and she asked herself how she could have borne them if the hovering spirit of her mother had not been at her side. Fortunately, she always felt it there, sustaining, commending, sanctifying. Suddenly her father announced to her that he wished her to go immediately, with her sisters, down to Overland, where there was always part of a household and where for a few weeks they would be sufficiently comfortable. The only explanation he gave of this desire was that he wanted them out of the way. Out of the way of what? she queried, since, for the time, there were to be no preparations in Seymour Street. She was willing to believe that it was out of the way of his nerves.
She never needed urging, however, to go to Overland, the dearest old house in the world, where the happiest days of her young life had been spent and the silent nearness of her mother always seemed greatest. She was happy again, with Beatrice and Muriel and Miss Flynn, and the air of summer, and the haunted rooms, and her mother's garden, and the talking oaks and the nightingales. She wrote briefly to her father, to give him, as he had requested, an account of things; and he wrote back that, since she was so contented (she didn't remember telling him that), she had better not return to town at all. The rest of the season was not important for her, and he was getting on very well. He mentioned that Godfrey had finished his exam; but, as she knew, there would be a tiresome wait before they could learn the result. Godfrey was going abroad for a month with young Sherardhe had earned a little rest and a little fun. He went abroad without a word to Adela, but in his beautiful little hand he took a chaffing leave of Beatrice. The child showed her sister the letter, of which she was very proud and which contained no message for Adela. This was the worst bitterness of the whole crisis for that young ladythat it exhibited so strangely the creature in the world whom, after her mother, she had loved best.
Colonel Chart had said he would run down while his children were at Overland, but they heard no more about it. He only wrote two or three times to Miss Flynn, upon matters in regard to which Adela was surprised that he should not
 
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have communicated with herself. Muriel accomplished an upright little letter to Mrs. Churchleyher eldest sister neither fostered nor discouraged the performanceto which Mrs. Churchley replied, after a fortnight, in a meagre and, as Adela thought, illiterate fashion, making no allusion to the approach of any closer tie. Evidently the situation had changed; the question of the marriage was dropped, at any rate for the time. This idea gave the girl a singular and almost intoxicating sense of power; she felt as if she were riding a great wave of responsibility. She had chosen and acted, and the greatest could do no more than that. The grand thing was to see one's results, and what else was she doing? These results were in important and opulent lives; the stage was large on which she moved her figures. Such a vision was exciting, and as they had the use of a couple of ponies at Overland she worked off her excitement by a long gallop. A day or two after this, however, came news of which the effect was to re-kindle it. Godfrey had come back, the list had been published, he had passed first. These happy tidings proceeded from the young man himself; he announced them by a telegram to Beatrice, who had never in her life before received such a missive and was proportionately inflated. Adela reflected that she herself ought to have felt snubbed, but she was too happy. They were free again, they were themselves, the nightmare of the previous weeks was blown away, the unity and dignity of her father's life were restored, and, to round off her sense of success, Godfrey had achieved his first step toward high distinction. She wrote to him the next day, as frankly and affectionately as if there had been no estrangement between them; and besides telling him that she rejoiced in his triumph, she begged him in charity to let them know exactly how the case stood with regard to Mrs. Churchley.
Late in the summer afternoon she walked through the park to the village with her letter, posted it and came back. Suddenly, at one of the turns of the avenue, halfway to the house, she saw a young man looking toward her and waiting for hera young man who proved to be Godfrey, on his march, on foot, across from the station. He had seen her, as he took his short cut, and if he had come down to Overland it was not, apparently, to avoid her. There was none of the joy of his
 
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triumph in his face, however, as he came a very few steps to meet her; and although, stiffly enough, he let her kiss him and say, I'm so gladI'm so glad! she felt that this tolerance was not quite the calmness of the rising diplomatist. He turned toward the house with her and walked on a short distance, while she uttered the hope that he had come to stay some days.
Only till to-morrow morning. They are sending me straight to Madrid. I came down to say good-by; there's a fellow bringing my portmanteau.
To Madrid? How awfully nice! And it's awfully nice of you to have come, Adela said, passing her hand into his arm.
The movement made him stop, and, stopping, he turned on her, in a flash, a face of something more than suspicionof passionate reprobation. What I really came foryou might as well know without more delayis to ask you a question.
A question? Adela repeated with a beating heart.
They stood there, under the old trees, in the lingering light, and, young and fine and fair as they both were, they were in complete superficial accord with the peaceful English scene. A near view, however, would have shown that Godfrey Chart had not come down to Overland to be superficial. He looked deep into his sister's eyes and demanded: What was it you said that morning to Mrs. Churchley?
Adela gazed at the ground a moment; then, raising her eyes: If she has told you, why do you ask?
She has told me nothing. I've seen for myself.
What have you seen?
She has broken it offeverything's overfather's in the depths.
In the depths? the girl quavered.
Did you think it would make him jolly? asked her brother.
He'll get over it; he'll be glad.
That remains to be seen. You interfered, you invented something, you got round her. I insist on knowing what you did.
Adela felt that she could be obstinate if she wished, and that if it should be a question of organizing a defense she should find treasures of perversity under her hand. She stood
 
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looking down again a moment, and saying to herself, I could be dumb and dogged if I chose, but I scorn to be. She was not ashamed of what she had done, but she wanted to be clear. Are you absolutely certain it's broken off?
He is, and she is; so that's as good.
What reason has she given?
None at allor half a dozen; it's the same thing. She has changed her mindshe mistook her feelingsshe can't part with her independence; moreover, he has too many children.
Did he tell you this? said Adela.
Mrs. Churchley told me. She has gone abroad for a year.
And she didn't tell you what I said to her?
Why should I take this trouble if she had?
You might have taken it to make me suffer, said Adela. That appears to be what you want to do.
No, I leave that to
you;
it's the good turn you've done me! cried the young man, with hot tears in his eyes.
She stared, aghast with the perception that there was some dreadful thing she didn't know; but he walked on, dropping the question angrily and turning his back to her as if he couldn't trust himself. She read his disgust in his averted face, in the way he squared his shoulders and smote the ground with his stick, and she hurried after him and presently overtook him. She accompanied him for a moment in silence; then she pleaded: What do you mean? What in the world have I done to you?
She would have helped me; she was all ready to do it, said Godfrey.
Helped you in what? She wondered what he meant; if he had made debts that he was afraid to confess to his father andof all horrible thingshad been looking to Mrs. Churchley to pay. She turned red with the mere apprehension of this and, on the heels of her guess, exulted again at having perhaps averted such a shame.
Can't you see that I'm in trouble? Where are your eyes, your senses, your sympathy, that you talk so much about? Haven't you seen these six months that I've a cursed worry in my life?
She seized his arm, she made him stop, she stood looking

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