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"Cheap! Melodrama! Couldn't you see that she was heartbroken ? Couldn't you see that she loves you, that you must go back to her and that you and I must never see each other again?"
"That is playing their game, foolish one. That is playing right into their hands. That's what they expect. We'll snap our fingers at them."
"You may. I will not."
"But you will. You came here and you'll stay here. You've left a note for Fenella. Your message will stand. You can't go back. You've left all that. You're here with me now and that's where I intend you shall stay."
He held her against him and she cried out: "No, Fermor. No."
"Yes," he said. "It shall be yes. I'll have no more of your changing your mind."
"How dare you try to force me to stay?"
"You said you wanted to be forced."
"Everything has changed."
"Nothing has changed. You came here and you'll stay here."
"I'll not. I hate you. I think I always hated you. You are more cruel than anyone. You have broken her heart and you don't care. You simply don't care. You laughed at her."
"You fool, Melisande. Did it deceive you then ?"
"I know," she said. "I know. I am going away .. . somewhere . . . anywhere . . . but not with you."
There was a loud knocking on the front door. Melisande opened it before he could stop her. We
She said hoarsely: "There's been an accident."
That was all, and they followed her into the street.
A crowd had gathered. Melisande felt sick. She knew that the figure lying in the road was Caroline, and when she saw the carriage drawn up by the kerbside, and the people about it, she knew what had happened.
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Melisande did not speak. She felt her limbs trembling. They had reached the edge of the crowd and she heard We
Someone said: "I'm a doctor. We must get her to the nearest hospital."
Even Fermor was shaken now. "How . . . how badly hurt . . . is she?" he asked.
"As yet I can't say. My carriage is here. We'll go at once. You and the maid come with me."
Fermor turned to Melisande. "Go back to the house," he said, "and wait." Then he followed the doctor.
Melisande stood apart; she could hear the blood drumming in her ears. "Murderess!" it seemed to be saying. "Murderess!"
A woman with a shawl over her head said: "Feeling faint, Miss? It gives you a turn, don't it? The blood and all that. Never could stand the sight of blood, meself."
Melisande wanted to talk to somebody, she felt alone, cut off from all her friends. Fermor was lost to her, Fermor on whom she had been relying.
She said: "Is she badly hurt?"
"Dead as a doornail, they say. It stands to reason . . . went right over her. Neck broke, like as not."
"No. . .nor
"There, don't you take on. Look! They're getting her into the doctor's carriage. That's her husband, that is. Fu
look after ourselves. And if she's dead it won't be a pauper's funeral for the likes of her."
"Don't say that. She won't die. She can't die."
"She will and she can. Why, Miss, what's the matter with you? Look as if you're the one that's got knocked over. There they go. That's the servant and the doctor. Ah well, that's all over. Another of life's little tragedies, eh?"
A small woman, very neatly dressed, was standing near.
"Such a terrible thing," she said. "I saw it happen. She went straight out in front of the carriage. I can't understand why she didn't see it coming."
"Her husband was there," said the woman with the shawl. "Might be they'd had a quarrel like . .. and she in a fit of passion ..."
"It's a great pity," said the other, "that some of these people haven't more to occupy their minds."
"Like us working folk," said the first woman.
"I'm a lady's maid myself," went on the small woman, "and I know her sort. Spoiled, some of them. . . ."
They went on to talk of her sort. Melisande moved away. She felt she could bear no more. She watched them aimlessly talking for a few minutes before each went her different way. The crowd was breaking up as there was no more to see, and in a very short time there was only Melisande left. Behind her was the little house. She had never felt so alone, so wretched in the whole of her life.
What now?
She had only one desire at the moment, only one need; and that was to get right away from that house, right away from the old life. She had left that when she had walked out of Fenella's house and she would not go back. She could not go back, now that she knew that the girls were not there to work but to be shown like cattle in a market place—a good bargain with a make-weight dowry. She must never see Fermor again. If Caroline were dead, We
She began to walk aimlessly away from the house which was to have been her home with Fermor.
She had brought with her the little money she had. It would help her to live for a short while. She would work . . . really work this time at some honest job.
She thought of the lady's maid who had spoken to the woman in the shawl. Perhaps she herself was qualified to become a lady's maid?
On and on she walked, not realizing where she was going until she came to two small houses side by side. They looked neat and cosy and were different from the others in the row; in the window
of one of these little houses was a card which bore the words: "Room to Let."
She noticed how clean were the curtains, how bright the brass of the knocker ... as she lifted it.
A woman in a starched apron opened the door.
"You have a room to let," said Melisande.
"Come in, Miss," said the woman.
And Melisande began a new phase of her life.
PART FOUR
THE LAVENDERS'
jTrom the moment Melisande set eyes on the clean little woman and entered her clean little house she had experienced a sense of relief. Mrs. Chubb's house, she felt, as soon as she stood in the narrow hall with the pot of ferns on the table and the homely pictures on the walls, was as unlike Fenella's as any establishment could be; and surely Mrs. Chubb, with her bright hazel eyes and white hair, the picture of an honest hard-working woman whose life was without complications, was herself as unlike Fenella as this cottage was unlike the house in the square.
A young lady, arriving in a somewhat dazed condition and looking for a room which she wanted to occupy immediately, must give cause for some speculation in such an orderly mind as that of Mrs. Chubb; but, as Mrs. Chubb told Melisande afterwards, she took to her in a flash, and she was sure right away that whatever Melisande's reason for coming to her in such a state might be, Melisande herself was All Right.