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It comes over me sometimes." She leaned forward, her face already subdued with thought. "It makes you beautiful to be happy," Dresser said, with clumsy self-consciousness. Alves's eyes responded quickly, and she leaned a little farther forward, pondering the words. Suddenly Dresser took her hand, and then locked her in his arms.
The woman's scheme of extracting blackmail flashed instantly into Alves's mind. "You foul creature," she gasped, "you know it is an abominable lie " "Think so? Well, Ducharme didn't think so when I told him, and there are others that 'ud believe it, if I should testify to it!" Alves walked to and fro, overwhelmed by the thoughts of the evil which was around her. At last she faced Mrs.
Miss Hitchcock rushed on heedlessly, to Alves's perplexity; she seemed desperately eager to establish some kind of possible understanding between them. But this cold, mature woman, in her plain dress, repelled her. She could not prevent herself from thinking thoughts that were unworthy of her. Why had he done it!
"I think that is Dr. Sommers coming. He can answer your question for himself." Sommers was approaching from Blue Grass Avenue; his eyes were turned in the direction of the lake, so that he did not see the women on the steps of the temple until Miss Hitchcock turned and held out her hand. Then he started, perceptibly enough to make Alves's lips tighten once more.
But Sommers objected, partly from prudential reasons, partly from fear that unpleasant things might happen to Alves, should they come again where people could talk. And then, to Alves's perplexity, he developed strange ideas about money getting. "The physician should receive the very minimum of pay possible for his existence," he told her once, when she talked of the increase in his income.
He had just missed her. So he filled a pipe, and hunted along the table for the unfinished letter to the Baltimore man. It was blotted, he noticed, and he would have to copy it in any case. As he laid it aside, his eyes fell upon a loose sheet of note-paper covered with Alves's unfamiliar writing. He took it up and read it, and then looked around him to see her, to find her there in the next room.
The stiff cape slipped back from Alves's head, revealing in the blue electric light the marble-white pallor of the flesh, the closed eyes. Sommers stopped to kiss the cold face, and with the movement Alves's head nestled forward against his hot neck. Tears rose to his eyes and fell against her cheek; he started on once more, tracing carefully the windings of the path. So this was the end!
The young man approached Alves with extended hand. "The boys told me I could find you here. It's real good to see you again. Yes, I'm back to have a look at the old place. Wouldn't return to stay for worlds. It's a great place out there, where a man counts for what he is. Won't you make me acquainted with your husband?" Sommers felt instinctively the hesitation in Alves's manner.
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