When she got outside the library she came to the conclusion that Morley's visitor was a bailiff, and that was why he had been shown out by the window.
Decidedly her guardian was in a bad way financially speaking.
"I shall marry Giles and get away from them all," said the grateful Daisy. "They may be sold up, and my hundred a year will not keep me.
What a mercy that Giles is so rich and loves me!
No, he does not love me," she said vehemently to herself. "It is that woman.
But he is engaged to me, and I'll marry him if only to spite her." _____
CHAPTER IV
THE CHURCHYARD
To Daisy that drive in the motor-car was like an exquisite dream.
Her frivolous, shallow soul was awed by the vast white waste gleaming mysteriously in the moonlight as the car sped like a bird along the silent roads.
There was not a cloud in a sky that shone like tempered steel; and amidst the frosty glitter of innumerable stars the hard moon looked down on an enchanted world.
With Giles' hand on the steering gear and Daisy beside him wrapped in a buffalo rug, the machine flew over the pearly whiteness with the skimming swiftness of the magic horse.
For the first time in her life Daisy felt what flying was like, and was content to be silent.
Giles was well pleased that the Great Mother should still her restless tongue for the moment.
He was doing his duty and the will of his dead father, but his heart ached when he thought of the woman who should be by his side.
Oh that they two could undertake this magical journey together, silent and alone in a silent and lonely world.
He made no inquiries for Anne, and Daisy said nothing.
Only when the car was humming along the homeward road to land them at the church did she open her mouth.
The awe had worn off, and she babbled as of old in the very face of this white splendor.
"Anne's going away," she said abruptly.
For the life of him Giles could not help starting, but he managed to control his voice and speak carelessly.
"Ah, and how is that?" he asked, busy with the wheel.
"She is going to-morrow.
I suppose she is tired of the dull life here."
"I expect she is," replied Ware curtly.
"Are you sorry?"
Giles felt that she was pushing home the point and that it behooved him to be extra careful.
"Yes, I am sorry," he said frankly. "Miss Denham is a most interesting woman."
"Does that mean——"
"It means nothing personal, Daisy," he broke in hastily; then to change the subject, "I hope you have enjoyed the ride."
"It is heavenly, Giles.
How good of you to take me!"
"My dear, I would do much more for you.
When we are married we must tour through England in this way."
"You and I together. How delightful!
That is if you will not get tired of me."
"I am not likely to get tired of such a charming little woman."
Then he proceeded to pay her compliments, while his soul sickened at the avidity with which she swallowed them.
He asked himself if it would not be better to put an end to this impossible state of things by telling her he was in love with Anne.
But when he glanced at the little fragile figure beside him, and noted the delicacy and ethereal look in her face, he felt that it would be brutal to destroy her dream of happiness at the eleventh hour.
Of himself he tried to think not at all. So far as he could see there was no happiness for him.
He would have to go through life doing his duty.
And Anne—he put the thought of her from him with a shudder.
"What is the matter, Giles?
Are you cold?" asked Daisy.
"No; I expect a white hare is loping over my grave."
"Ugh! Don't talk of graves," said Daisy, with a nervous expression.
"Not a cheerful subject, I confess," said Giles, smiling, "and here we are in the very thick of them," he added, as the motor slowed down before the lych-gate.
Daisy looked at the innumerable tombstones which thrust themselves up through the snow and shivered.
"It's horrible, I think.