Marie Belloc Lowndes

Love and hatred Marie Belloc Lowndes

Laura Pavely did not raise her voice, but there was trembling pain, as well as an almostincredulous surprise, in the way she uttered the five words which may mean so much-orso little. The man whose sudden, bare avowal of love had drawn from her that low, protestingcry, was standing just within the door of the little summer-house, and he was looking awayfrom her, straight over the beautiful autumnal view of wood and water spread out beforehim. He was telling himself that five minutes ago-nay, was it as long as five minutes?-theyhad been so happy! And yet, stop-he had not been happy. Even so he cursed himself forhaving shattered the fragile, to him the already long perished, fabric, of what she no doubtcalled their "friendship."It was she-it always is the woman-who, quite unwittingly, had provoked the wordswhich now could never be unsaid. She had not been thinking at all of him when she didso-she had spoken out of her heart, the heart which some secret, sure instinct bade himbelieve capable of depths of feeling, which he hoped, with a fierce hope, no man had yetplumbed.... What had provoked his avowal had been the most innocent, in a sense the mostbeautiful, feeling of which a woman is capable-love for her child."The doctor says Alice ought to have a change, that she ought to go to the sea, for a littlewhile. I asked Godfrey if I might take her, but he said he didn't think it necessary." She hadadded musingly, "It's odd, for he really is devoted to the child."