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radeship。
“We will help each other；” he said； repeating her words；
seeking her eyes in an enthusiasm of friendship。
Her eyes were grave but dark with sadness as they rested
on him。 “He’s already gone；” she thought； “far away—he
thinks of me no more。” And the fancy came to her that；
as they sat side by side； hand in hand； she could hear the
earth pouring from above to make a barrier between them；
so that； as they sat； they were separated second by second
by an imperable wall。 The process； which affected
her as that of being sealed away and for ever from all
panionship with the person she cared for most； came
to an end at last； and by mon consent they unclasped
their fingers； Rodney touching hers with his lips； as the
curtain parted； and Mrs。 Hilbery peered through the opening
with her benevolent and sarcastic expression to ask
whether Katharine could remember was it Tuesday or
Wednesday； and did she dine in Westminster？
“Dearest William；” she said； pausing； as if she could
not resist the pleasure of encroaching for a second upon
this wonderful world of love and confidence and romance。
“Dearest children；” she added； disappearing with an impulsive
gesture； as if she forced herself to draw the curtain
upon a scene which she refused all temptation to
interrupt。
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CHAPTER XXV
At a quarterpast three in the afternoon of the following
Saturday Ralph Denham sat on the bank of the lake in
Kew Gardens； dividing the dialplate of his watch into
sections with his forefinger。 The just and inexorable nature
of time itself was reflected in his face。 He might
have been posing a hymn to the unhasting and
unresting march of that divinity。 He seemed to greet the
lapse of minute after minute with stern acquiescence in
the inevitable order。 His expression was so severe； so
serene； so immobile； that it seemed obvious that for him
at least there was a grandeur in the departing hour which
no petty irritation on his part was to mar； although the
wasting time wasted also high private hopes of his own。
His face was no bad index to what went on within him。
He was in a condition of mind rather too exalted for the
trivialities of daily life。 He could not accept the fact that
a lady was fifteen minutes late in keeping her appointment
without seeing in that accident the frustration of
his entire life。 Looking at his watch； he seemed to look
deep into the springs of human existence； and by the
light of what he saw there altered his course towards the
north and the midnight… 。 Yes； one’s voyage must be
made absolutely without panions through ice and
black water—towards what goal？ Here he laid his finger
upon the halfhour； and decided that when the minute
hand reached that point he would go； at the same time
answering the question put by another of the many voices
of consciousness with the reply that there was undoubtedly
a goal； but that it would need the most relentless
energy to keep anywhere in its direction。 Still； still； one
goes on； the ticking seconds seemed to assure him； with
dignity； with open eyes； with determination not to accept
the secondrate； not to be tempted by the unworthy；
not to yield； not to promise。 Twentyfive minutes
past three were now marked upon the face of the
watch。 The world； he assured himself； since Katharine
Hilbery was now half an hour behind her time； offers no
happiness； no rest from struggle； no certainty。 In a scheme
of things utterly bad from the start the only unpardonable
folly is that of hope。 Raising his eyes for a moment
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from the face of his watch； he rested them upon the
opposite bank； reflectively and not without a certain wistfulness；
as if the sternness of their gaze were still capable
of mitigation。 Soon a look of the deepest satisfaction
filled them； though； for a moment； he did not move。
He watched a lady who came rapidly； and yet with a trace
of hesitation； down the broad grasswalk towards him。
She did not see him。 Distance lent her figure an indescribable
height； and romance seemed to surround her
from the floating of a purple veil which the light air filled
and curved from her shoulders。
“Here she es； like a ship in full sail；” he said to
himself； half remembering some line from a play or poem
where the heroine bore down thus with feathers flying
and airs saluting her。 The greenery and the high presences
of the trees surrounded her as if they stood forth
at her ing。 He rose； and she saw him； her little exclamation
proved that she was glad to find him； and then
that she blamed herself for being late。
“Why did you never tell me？ I didn’t know there was
this；” she remarked； alluding to the lake； the broad green
space； the vista of trees； with the ruffled gold of the
Thames in the distance and the Ducal castle standing in
its meadows。 She paid the rigid tail of the Ducal lion the
tribute of incredulous laughter。
“You’ve never been to Kew？” Denham remarked。
But it appeared that she had e once as a small
child； when the geography of the place was entirely different；
and the fauna included certainly flamingoes and；
possibly； camels。 They strolled on； refashioning these legendary
gardens。 She was； as he felt； glad merely to stroll
and loiter and let her fancy touch upon anything her
eyes encountered—a bush； a parkkeeper； a decorated
goose—as if the relaxation soothed her。 The warmth of
the afternoon； the first of spring； tempted them to sit
upon a seat in a glade of beechtrees； with forest drives
striking green paths this way and that around them。 She
sighed deeply。
“It’s so peaceful；” she said； as if in explanation of her
sigh。 Not a single person was in sight； and the stir of the
wind in the branches； that sound so seldom heard by
Londoners； seemed to her as if wafted from fathomless
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oceans of sweet air in the distance。
While she breathed and looked； Denham was engaged
in uncovering with the point of his stick a group of green
spikes half smother