XLIV
"Whatisit,Jeff?"askedCynthia,thenextnight,astheystartedouttogetheraftersupper,andbegantostrolldownthehilltowardherfather’shouse。Itlaylookingverylittleandlowinthenookatthefootofthelane,onthevergeofthewoodsthatdarkenedawaytothenorthwardfromit,undertheglassynightsky,litwiththespareyoungmoon。Thepeepingofthefrogsinthemarshyplacesfilledtheair;thehoarsevoiceofthebrookmadeitselfheardatintervalsthroughthem。
"It’snotsowarmhere,quite,asitisinBoston,"hereturned。"Areyouwrappedupenough?Thisairhasanedgetoit。"
"I’mallright,"saidthegirl。"Whatisit?"
"Youthinkthere’ssomething?Youdon’tbelieveI’vecomeupforrestoverSunday?Iguessmotherherselfdidn’t,andIcouldseeyourfatherfollowingupmylittleliesasifhewa’n’tgoingtoletoneescapehim。
Well,you’reright。Thereissomething。Thinkoftheworstthingyoucan,Cynthy!"
Shepulledherhandoutofhisarm,whichshehadtaken,andhaltedhimbyherabruptpause。"You’renotgoingtogetthrough!"
"I’mallrightonmyconditions,"saidJeff,withforlornderision。
"You’llhavetoguessagain。"Hestoodlookingbackoverhisshoulderatherface,whichshowedwhiteinthemoonlight,swathedairilyroundintheold—fashionedsoftwoollencloudshewore。
"Isitsometroubleyou’vegotinto?Ishallstandbyyou!"
"Oh,yousplendidgirl!Thetrouble’sover,butit’ssomethingyoucan’tstandbymein,Iguess。YouknowthatgirlIwrotetoyouabout——theoneImetatthecollegetea,and——"
"Yes!MissLynde!"
"Comeon!Wecan’tstayheretalking。Let’sgodownandsitonyourporch。"Shemechanicallyobeyedhim,andtheystartedontogetherdownthehillagain;butshedidnotoffertotakehisarm,andhekeptthewidthoftheroadwayfromher。
"Whatabouther?"shequietlyasked。
"LastnightIendeduptheflirtationI’vebeencarryingonwithhereversince。"
"Iwanttoknowjustwhatyoumean,Jeff。"
"ImeanthatlastweekIgotengagedtoher,andlastnightIbrokewithher。"Cynthiaseemedtostumbleonsomething;hesprangoverandcaught。
her,andnowsheputherhandinhisarm,andstayedherselfbyhimastheywalked。
"Goon,"shesaid。
"That’sallthereisofit。"
"No!"Shestopped,andthensheasked,withakindofgentlebewilderment:"Whatdidyouwanttotellmefor?"
"Toletyoubreakwithme——ifyouwantedto。"
"Don’tyoucareformeanymore?"
"Yes,morethaneverIdid。ButI’mnotfitforyou,Cynthia。Mr。
WestoversaidIwasn’t。Itoldhimaboutit——"
"Whatdidhesay?"
"ThatIoughttobreakwithyou。"
"Butifyoubrokewithher?"
"Hetoldmetosticktoher。Hewasrightaboutyou,Cynthy。I’mnotfitforyou,andthat’safact。"
"Whatwasitaboutthatgirl?Tellmeeverything。"Shespokeinatoneofplaintiveentreaty,veryunlikethecommandsheonceusedwithJeffwhenshewasurginghimtobefrankwithherandtruetohimself。Theyhadcometoherfather’shouseandshefreedherhandfromhisarmagain,andsatdownonthestepbeforethesidedoorwithalittlesighasoffatigue。
"You’lltakecold,"saidJeff,whoremainedonfootinfrontofher。
"No,"shesaid,briefly。"Goon。"
"Why,"Jeffbegan,harshly,andwithanoteofscornforhimselfandhisthemeinhisvoice,"thereisn’tanymoreofit,butthere’snoendtoher。IpromisedMr。WestoverIshouldn’twhitewashmyself,andI
sha’n’t。I’vebeenbehavingbadly,andit’snoexcuseformebecauseshewantedmeto。IbegantogoforherassoonasIsawthatshewantedmeto,andthatshelikedtheexcitement。Theexcitementisallthatshecaredfor;shedidn’tcareformeexceptfortheexcitementofit。Shethoughtshecouldhavefunwithme,andthenthrowmeover;butIguessshefoundhermatch。Youcouldn’tunderstandsuchagirl,andIdon’tbragofit。Allshecaredforwastoflirtwithme,andshelikeditallthemorebecauseIwasajayandshecouldgetsomethingnewoutofit。
Ican’texplainit;butIcouldseeitrightalong。Shefooledherselfmorethanshefooledme。"
"Wasshe——verygood—looking?"Cynthiaasked,listlessly。
"No!"shoutedJeff。"Shewasn’tgood—lookingatall。Shewasdarkandthin,andshehadlittleslantingeyes;butshewasgraceful,andsheknewhowtomakeherselfgofurtherthananygirlIeversaw。Ifshecameintoaroom,shemadeyoulookather,oryouhadtosomehow。Shewasbright,too;andshehadmoresensethanalltheothergirlsthereputtogether。Butshewasafool,allthesame。"Jeffpaused。"Isthatenough?"
"Itisn’tall。"
"No,itisn’tall。Wedidn’tmeetmuchatfirst,butIgottowalkinghomewithherfromsometeas;andthenwemetatabigball。Idancedwithherthewholewhilenearly,and——andItookherbrotherhome——Pshaw!
Hewasdrunk;andI——well,hehadgotdrunkdrinkingwithmeattheball。
Thewinedidn’ttouchme,butitturnedhishead;andItookhimhome;
he’sadrunkard,anyway。Sheletusinwhenwegottotheirhouse,andthatkindofmadeatiebetweenus。Shepretendedtothinkshewasunderobligationstome,andsoIgottogoingtoherhouse。"
"Didsheknowhowherbrothergotdrunk?"
"Shedoesnow。Itoldherlastnight。"Howcameyoutotellher?"
"Iwantedtobreakwithher。Iwantedtostopit,onceforall,andI
thoughtthatwoulddoit,ifanythingwould。"
"Didthatmakeherwillingtogiveyouup?"
Jeffcheckedhimselfinasortofretrospectivelaugh。"I’mnotsosure。
Iguessshelikedtheexcitementofthat,too。Youcouldn’tunderstandthekindofgirlshe——ShewantedtoflirtwithmethatnightIbroughthimhometipsy。"
"Idon’tcaretohearanymoreabouther。Whydidyougiveherup?"
"BecauseIdidn’tcareforher,andIdidcareforyou,Cynthy。"
"Idon’tbelieveit。"Cynthiarosefromthestep,whereshehadbeensitting,asifwithrenewedstrength。"Goupandtellfathertocomedownhere。Iwanttoseehim。"Sheturnedandputherhandonthelatchofthedoor。
"You’renotgoinginthere,Cynthia,"saidJeff。"Itmustbelikedeathinthere。"
"It’smorelikedeathouthere。Butifit’sthecoldyoumean,youneedn’tbetroubled。We’vehadafireto—day,airingoutthehouse。
Willyougo?"
"Butwhatdoyou——whatareyougoingtosaytome?"
"Idon’tknow,yet。IfIsaidanythingnow,IshouldtellyouwhatMr。
Westoverdid:gobacktothatgirl,ifshe’llletyou。You’refitforeachother,ashesaid。Didyoutellherthatyouwereengagedtosomeoneelse?"
"Idid,lastnight。"
"Butbeforethatshedidn’tknowhowfalseyouwere。Well,you’renotfitforher,then;you’renotgoodenough。"
Sheopenedthedoorandwentin,closingitafterher。Jeffturnedandwalkedslowlyaway;thenhecamequicklyback,asifheweregoingtofollowherwithin。Butthroughthewindowhesawherasshestoodbythetablewithalampinherhand。Shehadturnedupthelight,whichshonefullinherfaceandrevealeditsseverebeautybrokenandwrithenwiththeefforttorepressherweeping。Hemightnothavemindedtheseverityorthebeauty,butthepathoswasmorethanhecouldstand。"Oh,Lord!"
hesaid,withashrug,andheturnedagainandwalkedslowlyupthehill。
WhenWhitwellfacedhisdaughterinthelittlesitting—room,whoselowceilinghishatalmosttouchedashestoodbeforeher,thestormhadpassedwithher,andhertear—drenchedvisageworeitswontedlookofstillpatience。
"DidJefftellyouwhyIsentforyou,father?"
"No。ButIknewitwastrouble,"saidWhitwell,withadignitywhich—
hissympathyforhergaveacountenancebetteradaptedtotheexpressionofthelighteremotions。
"Iguessyouwererightabouthim,"sheresumed:ShewentontotellinbriefthestorythatJeffhadtoldher。Herfatherdidnotinterrupther,butattheendhesaid,inadequately:"He’sacomicaldevil。Iknewabouthisgittin’thatfellerdrunk。Mr。Westovertoldmewhenhewasuphere。"
"Mr。Westoverdid!"saidCynthia,inanoteofindignation。
"Hedidn’tofferto,"Whitwellexplained。"Igotitoutofhiminspiteofhim,Iguess。"Hehadsatdownwithhishaton,ashisabsent—mindedhabitwas,andhenowbracedhiskneesagainsttheedgeofthetable。
Cynthiasatacrossitfromhimwithherheaddroopedoverit,drawingvaguefiguresontheboardwithherfinger。"Whatareyougoin’todo?"
"Idon’tknow,"sheanswered。
"Iguessyoudon’tquiterealizeityet,"herfathersuggested,tenderly。
"Well,Idon’twanttohurryyouany。Takeyourtime。"
"IguessIrealizeit,"saidthegirl。
"Well,it’sapoottyplaincase,that’safact,"Whitwellconceded。Shewassilent,andheasked:"Howdidhecometotellyou?"
"It’swhathecameupfor。Hebegantotellmeatonce。Iwascertaintherewassometrouble。"
"Wasithisnotiontocome,Iwonder,orMr。Westover’s?"
"Itwashis。ButMr。Westovertoldhimtobreakoffwithme,andkeeponwithher,ifshewouldlethim。"
"Iguessthatwaspoottygoodadvice,"saidWhitwell,lettinghisfacebetrayhishumorousrelishofit。"Iguessthere’sapairof’em。"
"Shewasnotplayinganyoneelsefalse,"saidCynthia,bitterly。
"Well,Iguessthat’sso,too,"herfatherassented。"’Ta’n’tsomuchofamuchnessasyoumightthink,inthatlight。"Hetookrefugefromthesubjectinanundirectedwhistle。
Afteramomentthegirlasked,forlornly:"Whatshouldyoudo,father,ifyouwereinmyplace?"
"Well,thereIguessyougotme,Cynthy,"saidherfather。"Idon’tbelieve’tanyman,Idon’tcarehowoldheis,orhowmuchexperiencehe’shad,knowsexactlyhowagirlfeelsaboutathinglikethis,orhasgotanycalltoadviseher。Ofcourse,thewayIfeelisliketakin’thetopofhisheadoff。ButId’know,"headded,"asthatwoulddoagreatdealofgood,either。Ipresumeawoman’sgotratherofachoretogetalongwithaman,anyway。Wea’n’tanyofusmuchtobragon。It’souto’sight,outo’mind,withthebestofus,Iguess。"
"Itwouldn’tbewithJackson——itwouldn’tbewithMr。Westover。"
"Therea’n’tmanymenlikeMr。Westover——well,notagreatmany;orJackson,either。Time!IwishJacksonwashome!He’dknowhowtostraightenthisthingout,andhewouldn’tweakenoverJeffmuch——well,notmuch。Buthea’n’there,andyou’vegottoactforyourself。ThewayIlookatitisthis:youtookJeffwhenyouknowedwhatacomicaldevilhewas,andIpresumeyouha’n’tgotquitethesamerighttobedisappointedinwhathedoneasifyouhadn’tknowed。Nowmind,Ia’n’texcusin’him。Butifyouknowedhewasthefellertoplaythedevilifhegotachance,thequestioniswhether——whether——"
"Iknowwhatyoumean,father,"saidthegirl,"andIdon’twanttoshirkmyresponsibility。Itwaseverythingtohavehimcomerightupandtellme。"
"Well,"saidWhitwell,impartially,"asfarforthasthatgoes,Idon’tthinkhe’sstrainedhimself。He’dknowyouwouldhearofitsoonerorlateranyway,andheha’n’tjustfoundoutthathewasgoin’wrong。
Beenkeepin’itupforthelastthreemonths,andwritin’youallthewhilethemlettersyouwassocrazytoget。"
"Yes,"sighedthegirl。"Butwe’vegottobejusttohisdispositionaswellashisactions。Icanseeitinonelightthatcanexcuseitsome。
Hecan’tbeartobeputdown,andIknowhe’sbeenleftoutagooddealamongthestudents,andit’smadehimbitter。Hetoldmeaboutit;
that’sonereasonwhyhewantedtoleaveHarvardthislastyear。Hesawotheryoungmenmademuchof,whenhedidn’tgetanynotice;andwhenhehadthechancetopaythembackwithagirloftheirownsetthatwastryingtomakeafoolofhim——"
"Thatwasthetimeforhimtorememberyou,"saidWhitwell。
Cynthiabrokeunderthedefenceshewastryingtomake。"Yes,"shesaid,withanindrawnsigh,andshebegantosobpiteously。
Thesightofhergriefseemedtokindleherfather’swrathtoaflame。
"Anywayyoulookathim,he’sbeenadumnblackguard;that’swhathe’sbeen。You’reamilliontimestoogoodforhim;andI——"
Shesobbedherselfquiet,andthenshesaid:"Father,Idon’tliketogoupthereto—night。Iwanttostayhere。"
"Allright,Cynthia。I’llcomedownandstaywithyou。Yougoteverythingwewanthere?"
"Yes。AndI’llgoupandgetthebreakfastfortheminthemorning。
Therewon’tbemuchtodo。"
"Dumn’em!Let’emgettheirownbreakfast!"saidWhitwell,recklessly。
"And,father,"thegirlwentonasifhehadnotspoken,"don’tyoutalktoMrs。Durginaboutit,willyou?"
"No,no。Isha’n’tspeaktoher。I’lljusttellFrankyouandmearegoin’tostaydownhereto—night。She’llsuspicionsomething,butshecanfigureitoutforherself。OrshecanmakeJefftellher。Itcan’tbekeptfromher。"
"Well,lethimbetheonetotellher。Whateverhappens,Ishallneverspeakofittoasoulbesidesyou。"
Allright,Cynthy。You’llhavethenighttothinkitover——Iguessyouwon’tsleepmuch—andI’lltrustyoutodowhat’sthebestthingaboutit。"
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CynthiafoundMrs。Durginintheoldfarm—housekitchenatworkgettingbreakfastwhenshecameuptothehotelinthemorning。Shewasearly,buttheelderwomanhadbeenearlierstill,andherheavyfaceshowedmoreoftheircommonnight—longtroublethanthegirl’s。
Shedemanded,atsightofher,"What’sthematterwithyouandJeff,Cynthy?"
Cynthiawasunrollingthecloudfromherhair。Shesaid,asshetiedonherapron:"Youmustgethimtotellyou,Mrs。Durgin。"
"Thenthereissomething?"
"Yes。"
"HasJeffbeenusingyouwrong?"
Cynthiastoopedtoopentheovendoor,andtoturnthepanofbiscuitshefoundinside。Sheshutthedoorsharplyto,andsaid,assherose:
"Idon’twanttotellanythingaboutit,andIsha’n’t,Mrs。Durgin。Hecandoit,ifhewantsto。ShallImakethecoffee?"
"Yes;youseemtomakeitbetterthanIdo。DoyouthinkIshouldn’tbelieveyouwasfairtohim?"
"Iwasn’tthinkingofthat。Butit’shissecret。Ifhewantstokeepit,hecankeepit,forallme。"
"Youha’n’tgiveeachotherup?"
"Idon’tknow。"Cynthiaturnedawaywithatremblingchin,andbegantobeatthecoffeeupwithaneggshehaddroppedintothepot。Sheputthebreakfastonthetablewhenitwasready,butshewouldnotsitdownwiththerest。Shesaidshedidnotwantanybreakfast,andshedrankacupofcoffeeinthekitchen。
ItfelltoJeffmainlytokeepthetalkgoing。HehadbeenoutatthebarnwithJombateestesincedaybreak,lookingafterthecattle,andthejoyoftheweatherhadgotintohisnervesandspirits。Atfirsthehadlainawakeafterhewenttobed,buthehadfallenasleepaboutmidnight,andgotagoodnight’srest。Helookedfreshandstrongandveryhandsome。Hetalkedresolutelytoeveryoneatthetable,butJombateestewasalwayspreoccupiedwitheatingathismeals,andFrankWhitwellhadonaSundaysilence,whichwasperhapsdeepenedbyafeelingthattherewassomethingwrongbetweenhissisterandJeff,anditwouldberashtocommithimselftoanopenfriendlinessuntilheunderstoodthecase。HisfathermetJeff’sadvanceswithphilosophicalblandnessandevasion,andMrs。DurginwasprovisionallydryandseverebothwiththeWhitwellsandherson。Afterbreakfastshewenttotheparlor,andJeffsetaboutatourofthehotel,insideandout。Helookedcarefullytothedetailsofitswinterkeeping。Thenhecamebackandboldlyjoinedhismotherwhereshesatbeforeherstove,whosesubduedheatshefoundpleasantinthelingeringcoldoftheearlyspring。
Hetossedhishatonthetablebesideher,andsatdownontheothersideofthestove。"Well,Imustsaytheplacehasbeenwelllookedafter。
Idon’tbelieveJacksonhimselfcouldhavekeptitinbettershape。Whenwasthelastyouheardfromhim?"
"Ihope,"saidhismother,gravely,"you’vebeenlookin’afteryourendatBoston,too。"
"Well,notaswellasyouhavehere,mother,"saidJeff,candidly。
"HasCynthytoldyou?"
"Iguesssheexpectedyoutotellme,iftherewasanything。"
"There’salot;butIguessIneedn’tgooveritall。I’vebeenplayingthedevil。"
"Jeff!"
"Yes,Ihave。I’vebeengoingwithanothergirldownthere,onethekindyouwantedmetomakeupto,andIwentsofarI——well,Imadelovetoher;andthenIthoughtitover,andfoundoutIdidn’treallycareforher,andIhadtotellherso,andthenIcameuptotellCynthy。That’saboutthesizeofit。Whatdoyouthinkofit?"
"D’youtellCynthy?"
"Yes,Itoldher。"
"What’dshesay?"
"ShesaidI’dbettergobacktotheothergirl。"Jefflaughedhardily,buthismotherremainedimpassive。
"Iguessshe’sright;Iguessyouhad。"
"Thatseemstobethegeneralopinion。That’swhatMr。Westoveradvised。
Iseemtobetheonlyoneagainstit。IsupposeyoumeanthatI’mnotfitforCynthy。Idon’tdenyit。AllIsayisIwanther,andIdon’twanttheotherone。Whatareyougoingtodoinacaselikethat?"
"ThewayIshouldlookatit,"saidhismother,"isthis:whateveryouare,Cynthymadeyou。Youwasalazy,disobedient,worthlessboy,anditwashercarin’foryoufromthefirstthatputanyspiritandanyprincipleintoyou。Itwasherthathelpedyouatschoolwhenyouwaslittlethingstogether;andshehelpedyouattheacademy,andshe’shelpedyouatcollege。I’llbetshecouldtakeadegree,orwhateveritis,atHarvardbetterthanyoucouldnow;andifyoueverdotakeadegree,you’vegothertothankforit。"
"That’sso,"saidJeff。"Andwhat’sthereasonyoudidn’twantmetomarryherwhenIcameinherelastsummerandtoldyouI’daskedherto?"
"Youknowwellenoughwhatthereasonwas。Itwaspartofthesamethingasmywantin’youtobealawyer;butImightknowedthatifyoudidn’thaveCynthytogointocourtwithyou,andputthewordsintoyourmouth,youwouldn’tmakeaspeechthatwould"——Mrs。Durginpausedforafittingfigure——"saveafleafromthegallows。"
Jeffburstintoalaugh。"Well,Iguessthat’sso,mother。AndnowyouwantmetothrowawaytheonlychanceI’vegotoflearninghowtorunLion’sHeadintherightwaybybreakingwithCynthy。"
"NobodywantsyoutorunLion’sHeadforawhileyet,"hismotherreturned,scornfully。"JacksonisgoingtorunLion’sHead。He’llbehometheendofJune,andI’llrunLion’sHeadtillhegetshere。Youtalk,"shewenton,"asifitwasinyourhandstobreakwithCynthy,orthrowawaythechancewithher。ThewayIlookatit,she’sbrokewithyou,andyouha’n’tgotanychancewithher。Oh,Jeff,"shesuddenlyappealedtohim,"tellmeallaboutit!Whathaveyoubeenupto?
IfIunderstooditonce,IknowIcanmakeherseeitintherightlight。"
"Thebetteryouunderstandit,mother,thelessyou’lllikeit;andI
guessCynthyseesitintherightlightalready。Whatdidshesay?"
"Nothing。Shesaidshe’dleaveittoyou。"
"Well,that’slikeCynthy。I’lltellyou,then,"saidJeff;andhetoldhismotherhiswholeaffairwithBessieLynde。Hehadtobeveryelemental,andhewasaware,ashehadneverbeenbefore,ofthedifferencebetweenBessie’sworldandhismother’sworld,intryingtomakeBessie’sworldconceivabletoher。
Hewaspatientingoingovereveryobscurepoint,andillustratingfromthecharactersandconditionofdifferentsummerfolksthefactsofBessie’sentourage。Itisdoubtful,however,ifhesucceededinconveyingtohismotheraclearandjustnotionofthepurelychicnatureofthegirl。Intheendsheseemedtoconceiveofhersimplyasahussy,andsopronouncedher,withoutlimitorqualification,inspiteofJeff’slaughingattempttopalliateherbehavior,andtoinculpatehimself。
Shesaidshedidnotseewhathehaddonethatwassomuchoutoftheway。Thatthinghadledhimonfromthebeginning;shehadmerelygothercome—uppings,whenallwassaid。Mrs。DurginbelievedCynthiawouldlookatitasshedid,ifshecouldhaveitputbeforeherrightly。Jeffshookhisheadwithpersistentmisgiving。HisnotionwasthatCynthiasawtheaffaironlytooclearly,andthattherewasnonewlighttobethrownonitfromherpointofview。Mrs。Durginwouldnotallowthis;
shewassurethatshecouldbringCynthiaround;andsheaskedJeffwhetheritwashisgettingthatfellowdrunkthatsheseemedtoblamehimforthemost。Heansweredthathethoughtthatwasprettybad,buthedidnotbelievethatwastheworstthinginCynthia’seyes。Hedidnotforbidhismother’stryingtodowhatshecouldwithher,andhewentawayforawalk,andleftthehousetothetwowomen。Jombateestewasinthebarn,whichhepreferredtothehouse,andFrankWhitwellhadgonetochurchoverattheHuddle。AsJeffpassedWhitwell’scottageinsettingoutonhisstrollhesawthephilosopherthroughthewindow,seatedwithhislegsonthetable,hishatpushedback,andhisspectaclesfallentothepointofhisnose,reading,andmovinghislipsasheread。
Theforenoonsunwassoft,buttheairwascool。
Therewasstillplentyofsnowontheupperslopesofthehills,andtherewasadrifthereandthereinacornerofpasturewallinthevalley;butthespringtimegreenwasbeginningtohoveroverthewetplacesinthefields;thecatkinssilveredthegoldentraceryofthewillowbranchesbythebrook;therewasabuzzofbeesaboutthem,andaboutthemaples,blackenedbytheearlierflowofsapthroughtheholesinthebarkmadebythewoodpeckers’bills。Nowandthenthetremoloofabluebirdshookinthetenderlightandthekeenair。Atonepointintheroadwherethesunfelluponsomeyoungpinesinashelteredspotabalsamicodorexhaledfromthem。
ThesegentlesightsandsoundsandodorsblendedintheinfluencewhichJeff’sspiritfeltmoreandmore。Herealizedthathewasablotonthelovelinessofthemorning。Hehadalongingtomakeatonementandtowinforgiveness。HisheartwashumbledtowardCynthia,andhewentwonderinghowhismotherwouldmakeitoutwithher,andhow,ifshewonhimanyadvantage,heshouldavailhimselfofitandregainthegirl’strust;
hehadnodoubtofherlove。Heperceivedthattherewasnothingforhimhereafterbutthemostperfectconstancyofthoughtanddeed,andhedesirednothingbetter。
AtaturnofhisroadwhereitbranchedtowardtheHuddleagroupofyounggirlsstoodjokingandlaughing;beforeJeffcameupwiththemtheyseparated,andallbutonecontinuedonthewaybeyondtheturning。ShecametowardJeff,whogaylyrecognizedherasshedrewnear。
Sheblushedandbridledathisbowandathisbeautyandsplendor,andinherembarrassmentpertlysaidthatshedidnotsupposehewouldhaverememberedher。Shewasveryyoung,butatfifteenacountrygirlisnotsoyoungashertownsisterateighteeninthewaysoftheothersex。
Jeffansweredthatheshouldhaveknownheranywhere,inspiteofherlookingsomucholderthanshedidinthesummerwhenshehadcomewithberriestothehotel。Hesaidshemustbefeelingherselfquiteayoungladynow,inherlongdresses,andhepraisedthedresswhichshehadon。
Hesaiditbecameherstyle;andhefoundsuchrelieffromhisheavythoughtsintheseharmlesspleasantriesthathekeptonwiththem。Hehadinvoluntarilyturnedwithhertowalkbacktoherhouseonthewayhehadcome,andheaskedherifhemightnotcarryhercatkinsforher。
Shehadasheafoftheminthehollowofherslenderarm,whichseemedtohimverypretty,andafteralittlestrugglesheyieldedthemtohim。
Thestrugglegavehimstillgreaterrelieffromhisself—reproach,andathergatehebeggedhertolethimkeeponeswitchofthepussywillows,andhestoodamomentwonderingwhetherhemightnotaskherforsomethingelse。Shechoseonefromthebundle,anddrewitlightlyacrosshisfacebeforesheputitinhishand。"YoumayhavethisforCynthy,"shesaid,andsheranlaughinglyupthepathwaytoherdoor。
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Cynthiadidnotappearatdinner,andJeffaskedhismotherwhenhesawheraloneifshehadspokentothegirl。"Yes,butshesaidshedidnotwanttotalkyet。"
"Allright,"hereturned。"I’mgoingtotakeanap;IbelieveIfeelasifIhadn’tsleptforamonth。"
Hesleptthegreaterpartoftheafternoon,andcamedownratherdulltotheearlytea。Cynthiawasabsentagain,andhismotherwassilentandworeatroubledlook。Whitwellwasfullofanovelconceptionoftheagencyofhypnotismininterpretingthelifeofthesoulasitisintimatedindreams。Hehadbeenreadingabookthataffirmedtheconsubstantialityofthesleep—dreamandthehypnoticillusion。HewantedtoknowifJeff,downatBoston,hadseenanythingofthehypnoticdoingsthatwouldthrowlightonthistheory。