"You do indeed,"said Freckles."I will head this procession to the garage,and there we will remove the first coat."For the remainder of Billy's visit the nurse,chauffeur,and every servant of the O'More household had something of importance on their minds,and Billy's every step was shadowed.
"I have Billy's consent,"said Philip to Elnora,"and all the other consent you have stipulated.Before you think of something more,give me your left hand,please."Elnora gave it gladly,and the emerald slipped on her finger.
Then they went together into the forest to tell each other all about it,and talk it over.
"Have you seen Edith?"asked Philip.
"No,"answered Elnora."But she must be here,or she may have seen me when we went to Petoskey a few days ago.
Her people have a cottage over on the bluff,but the Angel never told me until to-day.I didn't want to make that trip,but the folks were so anxious to entertain me,and it was only a few days until I intended to let you know myself where I was.""And I was going to wait just that long,and if I didn't hear then I was getting ready to turn over the country.
I can scarcely realize yet that Edith sent me that telegram.""No wonder!It's a difficult thing to believe.I can't express how I feel for her.""Let us never speak of it again,"said Philip."I came nearer feeling sorry for her last night than I have yet.
I couldn't sleep on that boat coming over,and I couldn't put away the thought of what sending that message cost her.
I never would have believed it possible that she would do it.
But it is done.We will forget it."
"I scarcely think I shall,"said Elnora."It is something I like to remember.How suffering must have changed her!
I would give anything to bring her peace.""Henderson came to see me at the hospital a few days ago.
He's gone a rather wild pace,but if he had been held from youth by the love of a good woman he might have lived differently.There are things about him one cannot help admiring.""I think he loves her,"said Elnora softly.
"He does!He always has!He never made any secret of it.He will cut in now and do his level best,but he told me that he thought she would send him away.
He understands her thoroughly."
Edith Carr did not understand herself.She went to her room after her good-bye to Henderson,lay on her bed and tried to think why she was suffering as she was.
"It is all my selfishness,my unrestrained temper,my pride in my looks,my ambition to be first,"she said.
"That is what has caused this trouble."
Then she went deeper.
"How does it happen that I am so selfish,that I never controlled my temper,that I thought beauty and social position the vital things of life?"she muttered."I think that goes a little past me.I think a mother who allows a child to grow up as I did,who educates it only for the frivolities of life,has a share in that child's ending.
I think my mother has some responsibility in this,"Edith Carr whispered to the night."But she will recognize none.
She would laugh at me if I tried to tell her what I have suffered and the bitter,bitter lesson I have learned.
No one really cares,but Hart.I've sent him away,so there is no one!No one!"Edith pressed her fingers across her burning eyes and lay still.
"He is gone!"she whispered at last."He would go at once.
He would not see me again.I should think he never would want to see me any more.But I will want to see him!
My soul!I want him now!I want him every minute!
He is all I have.And I've sent him away.Oh,these dreadful days to come,alone!I can't bear it.Hart!
Hart!"she cried aloud."I want you!No one cares but you.
No one understands but you.Oh,I want you!"She sprang from her bed and felt her way to her desk.
"Get me some one at the Henderson cottage,"she said to Central,and waited shivering.
"They don't answer."
"They are there!You must get them.Turn on the buzzer."After a time the sleepy voice of Mrs.Henderson answered.
"Has Hart gone?"panted Edith Carr.
"No!He came in late and began to talk about starting to California.He hasn't slept in weeks to amount to anything.I put him to bed.There is time enough to start to California when he awakens.Edith,what are you planning to do next with that boy of mine?""Will you tell him I want to see him before he goes?""Yes,but I won't wake him."
"I don't want you to.Just tell him in the morning.""Very well."
"You will be sure?"
"Sure!"
Hart was not gone.Edith fell asleep.She arose at noon the next day,took a cold bath,ate her breakfast,dressed carefully,and leaving word that she had gone to the forest,she walked slowly across the leaves.It was cool and quiet there,so she sat where she could see him coming,and waited.She was thinking deep and fast.
Henderson came swiftly down the path.A long sleep,food,and Edith's message had done him good.He had dressed in new light flannels that were becoming.
Edith arose and went to meet him.
"Let us walk in the forest,"she said.
They passed the old Catholic graveyard,and entered the deepest wood of the Island,where all shadows were green,all voices of humanity ceased,and there was no sound save the whispering of the trees,a few bird notes and squirrel rustle.There Edith seated herself on a mossy old log,and Henderson studied her.He could detect a change.
She was still pale and her eyes tired,but the dull,strained look was gone.He wanted to hope,but he did not dare.
Any other man would have forced her to speak.The mighty tenderness in Henderson's heart shielded her in every way.
"What have you thought of that you wanted yet,Edith?"he asked lightly as he stretched himself at her feet.
"You!"
Henderson lay tense and very still.
"Well,I am here!"
"Thank Heaven for that!"
Henderson sat up suddenly,leaning toward her with questioning eyes.Not knowing what he dared say,afraid of the hope which found birth in his heart,he tried to shield her and at the same time to feel his way.
"I am more thankful than I can express that you feel so,"he said."I would be of use,of comfort,to you if Iknew how,Edith."
