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Page 47
"There is nothing absurd about it," he replied, with a note of
sadness in his tone. "I felt it from the moment we met. I struggled
against it, but I have felt it growing day by day. I came here with
my mind filled with different purposes. I had no thought of amusing
myself, no thought of seeking here the happiness which up till now
I seem to have missed. I came as a servant because I was sent, a
mechanical being. You have changed everything. For you I feel what
I have never felt for any woman before. I place before you my career,
my freedom, my honour."
Philippa sighed very softly.
"Do you mind ringing the bell?" she begged.
"The bell?" he repeated. "What for?"
"I want Helen to hear you," she confided, with a wonderful little
smile.
"Philippa, don't mock me," he pleaded. "If this is only amusement
to you, tell me so and let me go away. It is the first time in my
life that a woman has come between me and my work. I am no longer
master of myself. I am obsessed with you. I want nothing else in
life but your love."
There was an almost startling change in Philippa's face. The banter
which had served her with so much effect, which she had relied upon
as her defensive weapon, was suddenly useless. Lessingham had
created an atmosphere around him, an atmosphere of sincerity.
"Are you in earnest?" she faltered.
"God knows I am!" he insisted.
"You--you care for me?"
"So much," he answered passionately, "that for your sake I would
sacrifice my honour, my country, my life."
"But I've only known you for such a short time," Philippa protested,
"and you're an enemy."
"I discard my birth. I renounce my adopted country," he declared
fiercely. "You have swept my life clear of every scrap of ambition
and patriotism. You have filled it with one thing only--a great,
consuming love."
"Have you forgotten my husband?"
"Do you think that if he had been a different sort of man I should
have dared to speak? Ask yourself how you can continue to live
with him? You can call him which you will. Both are equally
disgraceful. Your heart knows the truth. He is either a coward or
a philanderer."
Philippa's cheeks were suddenly white. Her eyes flashed. His words
had stung her to the quick.
"A coward?" she repeated furiously. "You dare to call Henry that?"
Lessingham rose abruptly to his feet. He moved restlessly about the
room. His fists were clenched, his tone thick with passion.
"I do!" he pronounced. "Philippa, look at this matter without
prejudice. Do you believe that there is a single man of any country,
of your husband's age and rank, who would be content to trawl the
seas for fish whilst his country's blood is being drained dry? Who
would weigh a codling," he added, pointing scornfully to the scales,
"whilst the funeral march of heroes is beating throughout the world?
The thing is insensate, impossible!"
Philippa's head drooped. Her hands were nervously intertwined.
"Don't!" she pleaded, "I have suffered so much."
"Forgive me," he begged, with a sudden change of voice. "If I am
mistaken in your husband--and there is always the chance--I am
sorry. I will confess that I myself had a different opinion of him,
but I can only judge from what I have seen and from that there is
no one in the world who would not agree with me that your husband
is unworthy of you."
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