“Paul’s come!” she exclaimed.
“Aren’t you glad?” said Agatha cuttingly.
Miriam stood still in amazement and bewilderment. “Well, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m not going to let him see it, and think I wanted him.”
Miriam was startled. She heard him putting his bicycle in the stable underneath, and talking to Jimmy, who had been a pit-horse, and who was seedy.
“Well, Jimmy my lad, how are ter? Nobbut sick an’sadly, like? Why, then, it’s a shame, my owd lad.”
She heard the rope run through the hole as the horse lifted its head from the lad’s caress. How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear. But there was a serpent in her Eden. She searched earnestly in herself to see if she wanted Paul Morel. She felt there would be some disgrace in it. Full of twisted feeling, she was afraid she did want him. She stood self-convicted. Then came an agony of new shame. She shrank within herself in a coil of torture. Did she want Paul Morel, and did he know she wanted him? What a subtle infamy upon her. She felt as if her whole soul coiled into knots of shame.