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Of course Norma must like him must love him, as he did her, unworthy as he felt himself of her, and wonderful as this new Norma seemed to be. Wolf, in his simple way, felt that this had been his destiny from the beginning. That a glimpse of life as foreign and unnatural as the Melrose life might seriously disenchant Norma never occurred to him.
Life would go on, changes indeed and growth everywhere, but she knew that the years would bring her back a new Norma a developed, sweetened, self-reliant woman and a new Wolf, his hard childhood all swept away and forgotten in the richness and beauty of this woman's love and companionship. And she was content. "And, Wolf she told you about Kitty!
"The Cap'n give it ter me, so I could be a member of th' Reg'ment now see? Ain't it a dandy Angel?" The child nodded gravely, but all the while her little breast was heaving with the gathering sobs. Seeing Miss Norma also in tears, Miss Ruth motioned her to take the Angel ahead, and leaving Mrs. O'Malligan speaking to the nurse, Miss Ruth followed slowly after, talking with the doctor as she went.
The only Italian opera I've sung is 'Norma. Do you know it?" "Yes." "I've sung Leonore not in 'Trovatore, in 'Fidelio." "But surely you admire 'Trovatore' the 'Miserere, for instance. Is not that beautiful?" "It is no doubt very effective, but it is considered very common now." Evelyn hummed snatches of the opera; then the waltz from "Traviata." "I've sung Margaret." "Ah."
Not only were its shelves filled with goods which varied from library supplies to latest fiction, but there was an ice cream parlor annex patronized almost entirely by students. Anne was engrossed over a selection of patterns at the counter in the back of the store. She was to play Celia, and Norma was Rosalind.
They were to cross the continent, Norma knew, in the Davenport private car, to be elaborately entertained in San Francisco, and to be prominent, naturally, in the island set. Little Miss Bishop had just announced her engagement to Lord Donnyfare, a splendid, big, clumsy, and impecunious young Briton who had made himself very popular with the younger group this winter.
Then, often, with nothing else to do, she would catch up her tiny skirts and whirl herself into the dance Norma had taught her, in and out among the furniture crowding the room, humming little broken snatches of music for herself, bending, swaying, her bright eyes full of laughter as they met Mary's tired ones, her curls bobbing, until breathless, hot and weary she would drop on the floor and fall asleep, her head pillowed on her soft dimpled arm.
"That's nothing I'm to row Dora Estabrooke twice around the lake," mourned Louise. "She weighs two hundred, if she weighs a pound. Thank goodness, I don't have to do it to-night." Norma was instructed to walk three times around the cellar, chanting "Little Boy Blue" before ten o'clock that night.
Something's worrying you, Nono. Can't you tell me?" With the old nursery name Norma's gallant look of amusement and reassurance faltered. She looked suddenly down at the hand Rose was holding, and Rose saw the muscles of her throat contract, and that she was pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. A tear fell on the locked hands. Norma kept her eyes averted, shook her head.
"Norma, you'll have to tell him God help us all! She's gone!" Mrs. Melrose never spoke again, or showed another flicker of the clear and normal intelligence that she had shown in the night. But she still breathed, and the long, wet day dragged slowly, in the big, mournful old house, until late in the unnatural afternoon.
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