In the days that followed, my life took a dull sad monotone, lightened at intervals by the reflection of past memories, which lay along its path like the sunlit pools left on a shore by the receding tide. Leave-takings are bad enough at any time, unless they form the prelude to a brighter future. And future before me I had none, except a grim monotony of work in a curacy at the East End, into which I intended to throw all the energy I could command, if only to keep my thoughts from brooding on the past. Stranger still, even Peggy was sorry, now that the time had come for me to go the way of all the curates, even though I was fulfilling my preordained destiny, and going on the question of Marion’s love. Not even the knowledge that Reggie would soon be home again, to find a fair And at the Rectory all was sadness and dismay. The Rector seldom alluded to my going; I think he could not trust himself. But the children, who had been always fond of me, were less reticent of their grief, especially as they saw before them a blank future, from which the wedding and its attendant festivities had been suddenly withdrawn. And still the dreary days went on. Each day a Good-bye said to some one who had become a kindly friend, and each day a Good-bye to some haunt in which Marion and I had walked and loved. If only I could have shared in her firm confidence, the task before me would have been lightened. But each day I heard news of the bank that increased more and more my hopelessness. Even now I found myself hampered by the expenses necessitated by my leaving. And it was in the hope of getting something to relieve my present embarrassment that I wrote again to Eric, reminding him of his promise, and asking him in so many words if he had been able to do anything towards finding me a market for the picture. He delayed his answer for many days, from the difficulty, I thought, he had found in getting any offer that he would be warranted in accepting. |