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The boat being secured, we climbed a short distance up the rocky bank, stopping to gather wild roses and mock-orange blossoms, which, in spite of her alarm, engaged Miss Lane's attention to such an extent that Charlie had gotten fairly out of sight before we missed him. But as we turned to follow, he confronted us with a face expressive of a droll kind of perplexity.
Lane, came out from his office, and speaking somewhat carelessly, said: "Mr. Mortimer, you have that Porter note and money in charge. It is due today, isn't it?" Looking up, Mortimer saw Lane's eye fixed upon his face with piercing intensity. He flushed out of sheer nervousness. "Yes, sir," he stammered, "it is. I'll attend to it at once."
"I don't think about it at all," observed Sylvia, opening another letter impatiently. "You're probably not very literary," said Grace mischievously. "Not in that way, I suppose." Mrs. Ferrall took another bonbon: "Did you see 'Mrs. Lane's Experiment'?" "I did," said Sylvia, looking up, the pink creeping into her cheeks. "You thought it very strong, I suppose?" asked Grace innocently.
"Cut the next with Ned. We'll sneak down and take a ride in my car...." "Oh, spiffy!" Lane's acutely strained attention was diverted by Blair's voice. "Look who's with my sister Margie." Lane turned to look through an open space in the dispersing stream. Blair's sister was passing with Dick Swann. Elegantly and fastidiously attired, the young millionaire appeared to be attentive to his partner.
She had absorbed in mind all the impurities of the day, but had miraculously escaped them in body. If her parents could have known Bessy as Lane now realized her they would have been horrified. But Lane's horror was fading. Bessy was illuminating the darkness of his mind.
Oh, they're the slick bunch, picking out the ice cream soda hour when everybody's downtown.... You run up to my rooms right now. And I'll gamble " "I'll go," interrupted Lane, grimly. Not fifteen minutes before he had seen his sister Lorna and a chum, Gail Williams, go into White's place. Lane's pulse quickened.
Baker told him how far the boys were going. "All right, sir. Lane's Corners it is. All aboard." He pulled the bell and the car started. The seven little boys found seats together at one end of the car, and the conductor made them laugh all the way to Lane's Corners. There were only two other people in the car, an elderly man and a man who read his newspapers and did not look up.
Lane's downright earnestness, and when matters should come to a crisis she would say lovely things to him of her esteem, respect, regret, etc. She would wish they might remain friends why could they not, when she liked him so much? As for love and engagement, she did not, could not, think of that yet. She was skilful, too, in deferring such crises, and to-night, in obedience to a signal, Mrs.
The result might easily prove good or evil, according to the prevailing temper, but fortunately the "Heart of the World" quickly caught the men's fancy, the laughter ringing loud in appreciation of Mr. Lane's ardent buffoonery, while the motley crowd sat in surprised silence evincing respect, as Miss Norvell drove home to their minds the lesson of a woman's sorrow and struggle against temptation.
So for a time longer Isabelle tried to ignore the coming fact, to put it out of her mind, and grasp as much of her own life as she could before the life within her should deprive her of freedom. As Lane's new duties would not begin until the summer, it was arranged that Isabelle should spend the hot weeks at the Grafton farm with her mother, and then return to St.
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