"Mr. Otway! You are staying here?"
"A few hours only. I came down yesterday on business--which is
finished."
His voice was so steady, his bearing so self-possessed, that Irene
found herself relieved from the immediate restraint of the
situation. She could not quite understand his presence here; there
was a mystery, in which she saw that her aunt was involved; the
explanation might be forthcoming after their visitor's departure.
For the moment, enough to remark that the sun was dispersing the
clouds, and that all were ready to enjoy a walk. Mrs. Hannaford,
glancing anxiously at Irene before she spoke, hoped that Mr. Otway
would return with them to lunch; Irene added her voice to the
invitation; and Piers at once accepted.
Talk suggested by the locality occupied them until they were away
from the houses; by that time Irene had thoroughly reassured
herself, and was as tranquil in mind as in manner. Whatever the
meaning of Piers Otway's presence, no difficulty could come about in
the few hours he was to spend with them. Involuntarily she found
herself listening to the rhythm of certain verses which she had
received some months ago, and which she still knew by heart; but
nothing in the author's voice or look indicated a desire to remind
her of that romantic passage in their acquaintance. If they were
still to meet from time to time--and why not?--common sense must
succeed to vain thoughts in the poet's mind.
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