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They did not often stray from the shore, for she was easily tired; but they used to roam along it and search the crevices of the scattered rocks which held all manner of treasures. They spent the time in complete accord. It was too good to last, Avery told herself. The way had become too easy.
Such a child as that should have been sheltered and cosseted, shielded from every hardship. Even then very possibly this would have developed. No one can say for certain." "Can you advise nothing?" said Avery in a voice that sounded oddly dull and emotionless even to herself. "Nothing," said Maxwell Wyndham. "No medical science can help in a case like this.
"Look here," he said, delightedly, "the old man has forgotten his name. He's written 'Patent to original grantee, and signed it 'Georgia Summerfield, Comr." The speech of the Commissioner rebounded lightly from the impregnable Hamlin and Avery. They smiled, rose gracefully, spoke of the baseball team, and argued feelingly that quite a perceptible breeze had arisen from the east.
Until now, Avery Hill had sat indifferent, as though what went on had nothing to do with her; but no sooner had Krafft commenced to play than she grew uneasy; her eyes lost their cold assurance, and, suddenly getting up and going round to the front of the piano, she pushed the young man's hands from the keys.
She seemed more childish, more eager for fun, as though some of the zest of life had got into her veins at last. Her mother ascribed the change to Avery's influence, and was pathetic in her gratitude, though Avery disclaimed all credit declaring that the sea-air had wrought the wonder. When Lennox Tudor saw her, he looked at Avery with an odd smile behind his glasses.
How unutterably weary she was! How tired how tired of life! Time passed. The moon rose higher, filling the room with its weird cold light. Avery lay asleep. Exhaustion had done for her what no effort of will could have accomplished, closing her eyes, drawing a soft veil of oblivion across her misery. But it was only a temporary lull. The senses were too alert, too fevered, for true repose.
The morning that Margaret had spent with Miss Avery, and the afternoon she set out to entrap Helen, were the scales of a single balance. Time might never have moved, rain never have fallen, and man alone, with his schemes and ailments, was troubling Nature until he saw her through a veil of tears. She protested no more.
Maurice, who watched them both surreptitiously, saw his face change, and grow thoughtful as he stood there; but when Avery Hill ceased abruptly on a discord, he wheeled round at once and patted her on the back. While looking over to Maurice, he said: "No doubt you found that very pretty and affecting?" "I think that's none of your business," said Maurice. But Krafft did not take umbrage.
Avery repeated with resolution. She freed her hand as she uttered the question the second time. She was standing up very straight against the churchyard wall sternly determined to check all trifling. Piers straightened himself also. From the pride of his attitude she thought that he was about to take offence, but his voice held none as he made reply. "I am not."
I hardly thought he could have had time to get into trouble." "Come here, Patrick!" said Mr. Lorimer. Patrick advanced. He looked neither at Avery nor his father, but kept his eyes rigidly downcast. His freckled face had a half-frightened, half-sullen expression. He halted before Mr. Lorimer who took him by the shoulder, and turned him round towards Avery. "Tell Mrs. Denys what you did!" he said.
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