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Perhaps Amy Sherrett would hardly have consented, but that Rodney gave her a look, comical in its appeal, over Sylvie's shoulder, as she stood showing him a great scarlet Euphorbia in a portfolio of water-colors, and said with a beseeching significance, "Consider Red Squirrel, Amy.
At this moment Sylvie's eyes chanced to fall on Pierrette's corset, and she remembered the papers. Releasing the girl's wrist she sprang upon the corset like a tiger on its prey, and showed it to Pierrette with a smile, the smile of an Iroquois over his victim before he scalps him. "I am dying," said Pierrette, falling on her knees, "oh, who will save me?"
"How busy she will be!" was Sylvie's next remark, made after a pause in which she realized to herself the news, and received also a little suggestion from it. "Yes, pretty busy. But such preparations are made easily in these days." "Won't there be ever so many little things of that sort to be done?" asked Sylvie, signifying the parcel which Miss Kirkbright held lightly in her fingers.
"It dazzles!" said Bruno, shading his eyes with one little hand, while the other clung tightly to Sylvie's hand, as if he were half-alarmed at her strange manner. For the child moved on as if walking in her sleep, her large eyes gazing into the far distance, and her breath coming and going in quick pantings of eager delight.
Sylvie's new devotion to the church warned her that the morality of such a marriage might be doubtful. She accordingly sounded her conscience in the confessional. The stern priest explained the opinions of the Church, which sees in marriage only the propagation of humanity, and rebukes second marriages and all passions but those with a social purpose. Sylvie's perplexities were great.
"We must hurry. It's nearly night." Sylvie set her small teeth tight, bent down her head, and followed him without a word. Their silence seemed to grow into a pressure, a weight. It bent Pete's shoulders and Sylvie's slender neck, and whitened their lips.
"May I drive you home, Mr. Leigh?" she asked. "Thank you!" And Aubrey smiled as he accepted the invitation. And presently the carriages started, Sylvie's light victoria leading, and the Princesse D'Agramont's landeau following.
"Provoking," she said, tossing it down to the end of the sofa, "and neither Sylvie nor I can get into town in this heat, and Argie thinks it such a bother to be asked to go to Loring's." Just then Sylvie's step came lightly up the stairs. She looked into the large cool dressing-room where her mother lay. "I'm only up for my 'Confession Album'," she said.
For until now Sylvie's life had been entirely lacking in protection and tenderness; she had never known sympathy her natural romanticism had been starved. The lacks in her life Hugh had supplied the more lavishly because he was aided, in her blindness, by the unrestricted powers of her fancy.
To tell you the truth between ourselves, I should not wish to have children." Sylvie's face was an open book to the colonel during this tirade, and her next question proved to him Vinet's perfidy. "Then you don't love Pierrette?" she said. "Heavens! are you out of your mind, my dear Sylvie?" he cried. "Can those who have no teeth crack nuts?
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