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"I like to take the road with Mr. Peyton," she answered gaily, "because it leads to such pleasant places," and she smiled at Mrs. Brewster. "You dear child! You are perfectly fascinating," Mrs. Brewster declared. "There, there, Ethel, you mustn't tell Miss Fairfield what we all think about her," Peyton interrupted. And then Patty was called to the telephone.
I had to go out of town, but I made up my mind I'd come to see you as soon as I got back, and ask you to tell me something about him." "What shall I tell you?" asked Honora. "He is what you think he is, and more." "Tell me something of his early life," said Ethel Wing.
She was too clever a woman to do this crudely, and indeed would have seemed to any but the most acute observer to follow the conversation rather than to lead it. Ethel and Elsie chatted briskly of the current gossip of the day, and it was Mrs. Bodewin Ranger who was skilfully led on to strike the keynote of the talk by saying,
He thought of Ethel, and in the yielding tenderness of his love all his bones seemed to grow soft within him. He thought of the past, and of his hopes, and he was aghast at what he had done. He wanted her more than ever. He wanted to take her in his arms. He must go to her at once. He got up. He was so weak that he staggered as he walked.
"So nimble Mercury was free. When the child was a few months older, Apollo chose him for his messenger. He gave him a cap with wings at either side, and winged sandals. In his hands he always carried a winged wand with two serpents crossed and recrossed upon it. You have surely seen his picture, Ethel?" "Oh, yes. Down at the art store there is a little statue of him.
The grey had not even left the west yet, and I could see a star or two twinkling there, to vanish with that twilight. As I looked out, I saw the not very distant lodge-gate open after a brief parley, and a lady on horseback, followed by a servant, rode rapidly up to the house. This early visitor was no other than Miss Ethel Newcome. The young lady espied me immediately.
May and the younger ones, until just as Ethel was coming down at nine o'clock with the report that she had persuaded Mary to go to bed, she was startled by the street door being opened as far as the chain would allow, and a voice calling, 'I say, is any one there to let me in? 'Harry! O, Harry!
"I don't care very much for queer old maids and middle-aged married ladies." "Oh, this isn't for you, Ethel," said Patty. "I'll have a children's party for you and Reginald some other day." "Children's party, indeed," said Ethelyn, turning up her haughty little nose. "You know very well, Patty, I haven't considered myself a child for years." "Nor I," said Reginald.
"Thank you!" said Ethel, in a low voice, from the bottom of her heart. She used him mercifully, and made the lessons shorter than usual, but when they reached the open air again, he drew a long breath; and when Mary eagerly tried for a compliment to their scholars, asked if they could not be taught the use of eyelids. "Did they stare?" said Ethel. "That's one advantage of being blind.
No sooner, however, had they come beyond the wicket than she saw her father speaking to Will Adams, and there was that in the air of both which made it no surprise when Dr. May came up, saying, "Ethel, I must carry you away;" and, in explanation to the bishop, "my poor girl at home is not so well." All was inquiry and sympathy.
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