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"There was such a lot to do at the last minute," Harney was explaining, "and I had to drive down to Creston to meet someone who has come to stay with my cousin for the show."He had his arms about her, and his kisses were in her hair and on her lips.Under his touch things deep down in her struggled to the light and sprang up like flowers in sunshine.She twisted her fingers into his, and they sat down side by side on the improvised couch.

She hardly heard his excuses for being late: in his absence a thousand doubts tormented her, but as soon as he appeared she ceased to wonder where he had come from, what had delayed him, who had kept him from her.

It seemed as if the places he had been in, and the people he had been with, must cease to exist when he left them, just as her own life was suspended in his absence.

He continued, now, to talk to her volubly and gaily, deploring his lateness, grumbling at the demands on his time, and good-humouredly mimicking Miss Hatchard's benevolent agitation."She hurried off Miles to ask Mr.Royall to speak at the Town Hall tomorrow: I didn't know till it was done." Charity was silent, and he added: "After all, perhaps it's just as well.No one else could have done it."Charity made no answer: She did not care what part her guardian played in the morrow's ceremonies.Like all the other figures peopling her meagre world he had grown non-existent to her.She had even put off hating him.

"Tomorrow I shall only see you from far off," Harney continued."But in the evening there'll be the dance in the Town Hall.Do you want me to promise not to dance with any other girl?"Any other girl? Were there any others? She had forgotten even that peril, so enclosed did he and she seem in their secret world.Her heart gave a frightened jerk.

"Yes, promise."

He laughed and took her in his arms."You goose--not even if they're hideous?"He pushed the hair from her forehead, bending her face back, as his way was, and leaning over so that his head loomed black between her eyes and the paleness of the sky, in which the white star floated...

Side by side they sped back along the dark wood-road to the village.A late moon was rising, full orbed and fiery, turning the mountain ranges from fluid gray to a massive blackness, and making the upper sky so light that the stars looked as faint as their own reflections in water.At the edge of the wood, half a mile from North Dormer, Harney jumped from his bicycle, took Charity in his arms for a last kiss, and then waited while she went on alone.

They were later than usual, and instead of taking the bicycle to the library she propped it against the back of the wood-shed and entered the kitchen of the red house.Verena sat there alone; when Charity came in she looked at her with mild impenetrable eyes and then took a plate and a glass of milk from the shelf and set them silently on the table.Charity nodded her thanks, and sitting down, fell hungrily upon her piece of pie and emptied the glass.Her face burned with her quick flight through the night, and her eyes were dazzled by the twinkle of the kitchen lamp.She felt like a night-bird suddenly caught and caged.

"He ain't come back since supper," Verena said."He's down to the Hall."Charity took no notice.Her soul was still winging through the forest.She washed her plate and tumbler, and then felt her way up the dark stairs.When she opened her door a wonder arrested her.Before going out she had closed her shutters against the afternoon heat, but they had swung partly open, and a bar of moonlight, crossing the room, rested on her bed and showed a dress of China silk laid out on it in virgin whiteness.Charity had spent more than she could afford on the dress, which was to surpass those of all the other girls; she had wanted to let North Dormer see that she was worthy of Harney's admiration.Above the dress, folded on the pillow, was the white veil which the young women who took part in the exercises were to wear under a wreath of asters; and beside the veil a pair of slim white satin shoes that Ally had produced from an old trunk in which she stored mysterious treasures.

Charity stood gazing at all the outspread whiteness.It recalled a vision that had come to her in the night after her first meeting with Harney.She no longer had such visions...warmer splendours had displaced them...but it was stupid of Ally to have paraded all those white things on her bed, exactly as Hattie Targatt's wedding dress from Springfield had been spread out for the neighbours to see when she married Tom Fry....

Charity took up the satin shoes and looked at them curiously.By day, no doubt, they would appear a little worn, but in the moonlight they seemed carved of ivory.She sat down on the floor to try them on, and they fitted her perfectly, though when she stood up she lurched a little on the high heels.She looked down at her feet, which the graceful mould of the slippers had marvellously arched and narrowed.She had never seen such shoes before, even in the shop-windows at Nettleton...never, except...yes, once, she had noticed a pair of the same shape on Annabel Balch.

A blush of mortification swept over her.Ally sometimes sewed for Miss Balch when that brilliant being descended on North Dormer, and no doubt she picked up presents of cast-off clothing: the treasures in the mysterious trunk all came from the people she worked for; there could be no doubt that the white slippers were Annabel Balch's....

As she stood there, staring down moodily at her feet, she heard the triple click-click-click of a bicycle-bell under her window.It was Harney's secret signal as he passed on his way home.She stumbled to the window on her high heels, flung open the shutters and leaned out.He waved to her and sped by, his black shadow dancing merrily ahead of him down the empty moonlit road; and she leaned there watching him till he vanished under the Hatchard spruces.