Almost as though she knew what was to come... I suppose it was rude, but I turned and left her - almost ran to the house.
It seemed like safety.
I knew then that I'd been afraid of her from the first.
It was a relief to see old Lawes.
Esther was there beside him..." He hesitated a minute, and then muttered rather obscurely: 'There was no question - the moment I saw her, I knew I'd got it in the neck."
Macfarlane's mind flew swiftly to Esther Lawes.
He had once heard her summed up as
"Six foot one of Jewish perfection."
A shrewd portrait, he thought, as he remembered her unusual height and the long slenderness of her, the marble whiteness of her face with its delicate down-drooping nose, and the black splendour of hair and eyes.
Yes, he did not wonder that the boyish simplicity of Dickie had capitulated.
Esther could never have made his own pulses beat one jot faster, but he admitted her magnificence.
"And then," continued Dickie, "we got engaged."
"At once?"
"Well, after about a week.
It took her about a fortnight after that to find out that she didn't care after all..." He gave a short bitter laugh. "It was the last evening before I went back to the old ship.
I was coming back from the village through the woods - and then I saw her - Mrs Haworth, I mean.
She had on a red tam-o'-shanter, and - just for a minute, you know - it made me jump!
I've told you about my dream, so you'll understand... Then we walked along a bit.
Not that there was a word Esther couldn't have heard, you know..."
"No?" Macfarlane looked at his friend curiously.
Strange how people told you things of which they themselves were unconscious!
"And then, when I was turning to go back to the house, she stopped me.
She said:
'You'll be home soon enough.
I shouldn't go back too soon if I were you...' And then I knew - that there was something beastly waiting for me... and... as soon as I got back, Esther met me and told me - that she'd found out she didn't really care..."
Macfarlane grunted sympathetically.
"And Mrs Haworth?" he asked.
"I never saw her again - until tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yes. At that doctor Johnny's nursing home.
They had a look at my leg, the one that got messed up in that torpedo business.
It's worried me a bit lately.
The old chap advised an operation - it'll be quite a simple thing.
Then as I left the place, I ran into a girl in a red jumper over her nurse's things, and she said:
'I wouldn't have that operation, if I were you...' Then I saw it was Mrs Haworth.
She passed on so quickly I couldn't stop her.
I met another nurse, and asked about her.
But she said there wasn't anyone of that name in the home... Queer..."
"Sure it was her?"
"Oh! Yes, you see - she's very beautiful..." He paused, and then added: "I shall have the old op. of course - but - but in case my number should be up -"
"Rot!"
"Of course it's rot.
But all the same I'm glad I told you about this gipsy business... You know, there's more of it if only I could remember..."
II Macfarlane walked up the steep moorland road.
He turned in at the gate of a house near the crest of the hill.
Setting his jaw squarely, he pulled the bell.
"Is Mrs Haworth in?"
"Yes, sir. I'll tell her."
The maid left him in a low long room, with windows that gave on the wildness of the moorland.
He frowned a little.