How provoking! She glanced again; he was leaning against a tree and was obviously as preoccupied as she was herself.He was actually sketching the ivy-covered gable of the library.What presumption! And he was sketching with his left hand.A sudden thrill of superstition came over her.She moved eagerly forward for a better view of him.No! he had two arms!
But his quick eye had already caught sight of her, and before she could retreat she could see that he had thrown away his sketch-book and was hastening eagerly toward her.Amazed and confounded she would have flown, but her limbs suddenly refused their office, and as he at last came near her with the cry of "Helen!" upon his lips, she felt herself staggering, and was caught in his arms.
"Thank God," he said."Then she HAS let you come to me!"She disengaged herself slowly and dazedly from him and stood looking at him with wondering eyes.He was bronzed and worn; there was the second arm: but still it was HE.And with the love, which she now knew he had felt, looking from his honest eyes!
"SHE has let me come!" she repeated vacantly."Whom do you mean?""The duchess."
"The duchess?"
"Yes." He stopped suddenly, gazing at her blank face, while his own grew ashy white."Helen! For God's sake tell me! You have not accepted him?""I have accepted no one," she stammered, with a faint color rising to her cheeks."I do not understand you."A look of relief came over him."But," he said amazedly, "has not the duchess told you how I happen to be here? How, when you disappeared from Paris long ago--with my ambition crushed, and nothing left to me but my old trade of the fighter--I joined a secret expedition to help the Chilian revolutionists? How I, who might have starved as a painter, gained distinction as a partisan general, and was rewarded with an envoyship in Europe? How I came to Paris to seek you? How I found that even the picture--your picture, Helen--had been sold.How, in tracing it here, I met the duchess at Deep Hill, and learning you were with her, in a moment of impulse told her my whole story.How she told me that though she was your best friend, you had never spoken of me, and how she begged me not to spoil your chance of a good match by revealing myself, and so awakening a past--which she believed you had forgotten.How she implored me at least to let her make a fair test of your affections and your memory, and until then to keep away from you--and to spare you, Helen; and for your sake, Iconsented.Surely she has told this, NOW!"
"Not a word," said Helen blankly.
"Then you mean to say that if I had not haunted the park to-day, in the hope of seeing you, believing that as you would not recognize me with this artificial arm, I should not break my promise to her,--you would not have known I was even living."
"No!--yes!--stay!" A smile broke over her pale face and left it rosy."I see it all now.Oh, Philip, don't you understand? She wanted only to try us!"There was a silence in the lonely wood, broken only by the trills of a frightened bird whose retreat was invaded.
"Not now! Please! Wait! Come with me!"
The next moment she had seized Philip's left hand, and, dragging him with her, was flying down the walk towards the house.But as they neared the garden door it suddenly opened on the duchess, with her glasses to her eyes, smiling.
The General Don Felipe Ostrander did not buy Hamley Court, but he and his wife were always welcome guests there.And Sir James, as became an English gentleman,--amazed though he was at Philip's singular return, and more singular incognito,--afterwards gallantly presented Philip's wife with Philip's first picture.
