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"Do you know many women?" she asked.
The question was startling by reason of its context. The better to consider it Rowcliffe withdrew his protecting arm.
"No," he said, "not very many."
"But those you do know you get on with? You get on all right with Mary?"
"Yes. I get on all right with 'Mary.'"
"You'd be horrid if you didn't. Mary's a dear."
"Well--I know where I am with _her_."
"And you get on all right--really--with Papa, as long as I'm not there."
"As long as you're not there, yes."
"So that," she pursued, "_I'm_ the horrid thing that's happened to you? It looks like it."
"It feels like it. Let's say you're the horrid thing that's happened to me, and leave it at that."
They left it.
Rowcliffe had a sort of impression that he had said all that he had had to say.
x.x.xII
The Vicar had called Gwenda into his study one day.
"What's this I hear," he said, "of you and young Rowcliffe scampering about all over the country?"
The Vicar had drawn a bow at a venture. He had not really heard anything, but he had seen something; two forms scrambling hand in hand up Karva; not too distant to be recognisable as young Rowcliffe and his daughter Gwenda, yet too distant to be pleasing to the Vicar. It was their distance that made them so improper.
"I don't know, Papa," said Gwenda.
"Perhaps you know what was said about your sister Alice? Do you want the same thing to be said about you?"
"It won't be, Papa. Unless you say it yourself."
She had him there; for what was said about Alice had been said first of all by him.
"What do you mean, Gwenda?"
"I mean that I'm a little different from Alice."
"Are you? _Are_ you? When you're doing the same thing?"
"Let me see. What _was_ the dreadful thing that Ally did? She ran after young Rickards, didn't she? Well--if you'd really seen us scampering you'd know that I'm generally running away from young Rowcliffe and that young Rowcliffe is generally running after me. He says it's as much as he can do to keep up with me."
"Gwenda," said the Vicar solemnly. "I won't have it."
"How do you propose to stop it, Papa?"
"You'll see how."
(It was thus that his G.o.d lured the Vicar to destruction. For he had no plan. He knew that he couldn't move into another parish.)
"It's no good locking me up in my room," said Gwenda, "for I can get out at the window. And you can't very well lock young Rowcliffe up in his surgery."
"I can forbid him the house."
"That's no good either so long as he doesn't forbid me his."
"You can't go to him there, my girl."
"I can do anything when I'm driven."
The Vicar groaned.
"You're right," he said. "You _are_ different from Alice. You're worse than she is--ten times worse. _You_'d stick at nothing. I've always known it."
"So have I."
The Vicar leaned against the chimney-piece and hid his face in his hands to shut out the shame of her.
And then Gwenda had pity on him.
"It's all right, Papa. I'm not going to Dr. Rowcliffe, because there's no need. You're not going to lock him up in his surgery and you're not going to forbid him the house. You're not going to do anything. You're going to listen to me. It's not a bit of good trying to bully me.
You'll be beaten every time. You can bully Alice as much as you like.
You can bully her till she's ill. You can shut her up in her bedroom and lock the door and I daresay she won't get out at the window. But even Alice will beat you in the end. Of course there's Mary. But I shouldn't try it on with Mary either. She's really more dangerous than I am, because she looks so meek and mild. But she'll beat you, too, if you begin bullying her."
The Vicar raised his stricken head.
"Gwenda," he said, "you're terrible."
"No, Papa, I'm not terrible. I'm really awfully kind. I'm telling you these things for your good. Don't you worry. I shan't run very far after young Rowcliffe."
x.x.xIII
Left to himself, the Vicar fairly wallowed in his gloom. He pressed his hands tightly to his face, crus.h.i.+ng into darkness the image of his daughter Gwenda that remained with him after the door had shut between them.