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Nevertheless, she yearned to let him know that he was forgiven; all that she required was that he should own that he had sinned. She was to meet him at Ullathorne on the last day of the present month. Miss Thorne had invited all the country round to a breakfast on the lawn. There were to be tents, and archery, and dancing for the ladies on the lawn and for the swains and girls in the paddock.
What a fool he had been not to make sure about it. Why hadn't he asked the question outright? "But I did mention it while we were talking," he thought, trying to reconstruct that brief interview with Mary Thorne. "Hang it all! No, I didn't. I was going to, but she interrupted. But she must have known what I referred to."
Then the girl looked up at him, and said that old Mr. Thorne had always been so good to her, and she thought that perhaps if he could see he would be glad, so she could not put it off. She stopped abruptly, and her eyes filled. Mr.
Thorne passed through with the others into the lighted room, and Alton stood silent before the girl. She was a trifle pale, and though the pity for him was there, it is possible that she had understood him, and she was very proud. Thus the silence that was perilous lasted too long, and her voice was a trifle strained in place of gentle as she said, "I am so sorry."
One night, as he lay wakeful and full of thought, he thus poured forth his whole heart to Dr Thorne. "Thorne," said he, "I told you about my will, you know." "Yes," said the other; "and I have blamed myself greatly that I have not again urged you to alter it. Your illness came too suddenly, Scatcherd; and then I was averse to speak of it." "Why should I alter it?
By and by he'll find out that tending to his business honestly is about one man's job." So, without active opposition, and with only tacit disapproval, Bob made his change. Nor was he received at headquarters with any blare of trumpets. "I'll put you on as 'temporary' until the fall examinations," said Thorne, "and you can try it out. Rangering is hard work all kinds of hard work.
Hepsey came in to light the lamp that hung by chains over the table, but Miss Thorne rose, saying: "You needn't mind, Hepsey, as I am going upstairs." "Want me to help you unpack?" she asked, doubtless wishing for a view of "city clothes." "No, thank you." "I put a pitcher of water in your room, Miss Thorne. Is there anything else you would like?" "Nothing more, thank you."
He dreamed of that soft hand which had kissed so often, and of the imperial brow which his lips had once pressed, and he then dreamed also of further favours. And Mr Thorne was there also. It was the first visit he had ever paid to the signora, and he made it not without due preparation.
"What is the dang thing, anyway, Amy?" he asked. "Dark green whipcord, green buttons, gray hat, military cut." "Not bad," said Thorne. "About one fifty-mile ride and one fire would make that outfit look like a bunch of mildewed alfalfa. Blue jeans is about my sort of uniform," observed John. "I don't believe we'd be supposed to wear it on range," suggested Thorne.
Before he could marry, he told her, he must be able to support a wife on what he earned, without her having to accept money from her father, and until he received "a minimum wage" of five thousand dollars they must wait. "What is the matter with my father's money?" Barbara had demanded. Thorne had evaded the direct question. "There is too much of it," he said.
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