! Anyhow, I felt a singularly
strong sense of reaction and seated myself beside Eileen without a
word. We had gone for a little way on our homeward road before either
of us spoke, and then it was to exchange some quite ordinary remark. I
put out my hand gently, but hers was nowhere to be found, and this
increased my depression. I fell very silent, and then suddenly, when
we were nearly back, I exclaimed--
"I wonder whether you are really glad that I returned?"
"Very!" she said, and there was such deep sincerity in her voice that
the cloud began to lift at once.
Yet I was not in high spirits when I re-entered my familiar room.
PART IV.
LIEUTENANT VON BELKE'S NARRATIVE CONCLUDED
I.
WEDNESDAY.
I woke on Wednesday morning with an outlook so changed that I felt as
if some magician must have altered my nature. Theoretically I had
taken a momentous and dangerous decision at the call of duty, and all
my energies ought to have concentrated on the task of carrying it
through safely, thoroughly, and warily. I had need of more caution
than ever, and of the most constant vigilance--both for the sake of my
skin and my country. As a matter of fact I was possessed with the
recklessness of a man drifting on a plank down a rapid, where taking
thought will not serve him an iota. In vain I preached theoretical
caution to myself--exactly how vainly may be judged by my first
performance in the morning when I found myself alone with Eileen in the
parlour. She suggested that for my own sake I had better be getting
back to my room.
"Will you come and sit there with me?" I asked.
"I may pay a call upon you perhaps."
"After hours of loneliness! And then leave me lonelier than ever! No,
thank you, I shall stay down here."
"In your uniform?" she asked, opening her eyes a little. "No, no, Mr
Belke!"
"Well then, get me a suit of mufti!"
She looked at me hard.
"You will really run that risk?"
"It is now worth it," I said with meaning.
She looked away, and for a moment I thought she was pained--not
displeased, I am sure, but as if something had given her a pang of
sorrow. Then the look passed, and she cried--
"Well, if Tiel agrees!"
"Tiel be hanged! I don't care what he says!"
She began to smile.
"Do you propose to wear my clothes?" she inquired.
"Yours!" I exclaimed.
"Otherwise," she continued, "you must persuade Tiel to agree, for it is
only he who can provide you with a
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