Dinner at one, instead of half-past twelve as usual, threw Pheasant's plans into confusion. She felt suddenly weak, defenceless, insecure. She felt afraid of herself. Afraid that she would suddenly cry out to Maurice: "I'm going to run away to be married at half-past one! Dinner must be at the regular time."
What a start that would give him! She pictured his heavy, untidy face startlingly concentrated into dismay.
"What's that?" he would exclaim. "What's that, you little devil?"
Then she would hiss: "It's true. I'm going to be married this very day. And I'm going to marry into the Jalna family who wouldn't have you, my fine fellow."
Instead of this she said meekly: "Oh, Maurice, I'm afraid I'll have to take my dinner at half-past twelve. I've an appointment with the dentist in Stead at two o'clock."
She wondered why she had said that, for she had never been to a dentist in her life. She did not know the name of one.
"What are you making appointments with the dentist for?" he growled. "What's the matter with your teeth?"
"I've been troubled by toothache lately," she said, truthfully, and he remembered an irritating smell of liniment about her at odd times.
They went on with their breakfast in silence, she, a wave of relief sweeping over her at the absence of active opposition, drinking cup after cup of strong tea; he thinking that after all it were better the child should not be at the table with the two men who were coming. Martin had a rough tongue. Not the sort of man a decent fellow would want to introduce to his young daughter, he supposed. But then, what was the use of trying to protect Pheasant? She was her mother's
