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With these words and a hearty shake of the hand, she bustled away as suddenly as she had come, leaving Diane with a bewildering sense of having beheld an apparition. It was not less surprising to Diane to find herself, on the following afternoon, face to face with Derek Pruyn.
He had to do it secretly because there is a law forbidding any one to harbor a leper." "Oh, Fitz!" she cried. "And she died of it?" "No. They killed her. Last night." "They? Who?" "Government agents, probably. They were after Pruyn." "How horrible! And and Mrs. Pruyn. Where was she?" "There isn't any Mrs. Pruyn. There never was." "But the Dutch permit! It was for Dr. Pruyn and his wife."
They sat in the big, sombre library where, only a few days before, Diane had seen Derek Pruyn turn his back on her, without even a gesture of farewell. On the long mahogany table the red azalea was in almost passionate luxuriance of blossom; while through the open window faint odors of lilac came from Miss Lucilla's bit of garden.
If Diane listened to these familiar remarks, it was only to take a dull satisfaction in the working of her scheme; but Mrs. Eveleth's next words startled her into sudden attention. "Haven't I heard you say that you knew James van Tromp's nephew, Derek Pruyn?" "I did know him," Diane answered, with a trace of hesitation. "You knew him well?" "Not exactly; it was different from well." "Different?
To both Diane and Dorothea spring was bringing a new motive for looking forward together with a new comprehension of the human heart's capacity for joy. Perhaps no day of their patient waiting was so long in passing as that on which it was announced to them that Derek Pruyn had landed that afternoon.
For a minute they stood on the threshold, looking absently at the palms grouped in the corners and the garlands festooning the walls. It was only then that Pruyn saw the motive of her coming; and for an instant he forgot his worry in the perception that this woman had divined his thought. "There's no one here," he said, at last, in a tone of relief, which betrayed him once more.
Were Destiny on the lookout for still another opening, she could have found it in the fact that Miss Dorothea Pruyn, whose father's discipline came by fits and starts, while his indulgence was continuous, had reached a point in motherless maidenhood where, according to Miss Lucilla, "something ought to be done."
Pruyn is decidedly ritualistic, but she is quite sorry I shall not be here next week, to hear Moody and Sankey, who are to hold meetings. A Miss Lansing dined here, and seems a very touchy American-loving person, and snubbed the boys if they hinted anything here was not perfection. Sunday, 2nd. Heard a good sermon from Dr. Battershall, at St.
A woman with three children marooned in the upper floor of her home on the edge of the business district called to the oarsmen: "I know you can't take me off!" she cried, "but for the love of humanity take this loaf of bread and jug of molasses to Sarah Pruyn down the street; I know she's starving."
I've been making inquiries here, and I find there's no intention of bottling up neutral pleasure craft. I dare say we could get out now. Only it's possible that the Hollanders might shoot first and ask questions afterward." "It would have to be done quickly, dad. They may quarantine at any time." "Dr. Pruyn ought to be here any day now. Let's leave that matter for him.
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