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VanVorst this morning, Roberts?" he asked. "Still very ill, sir," returned the butler. "Very ill indeed." "Not dangerously?" "We 'opes not, sir. But she's still very low, sir." Blake turned one fist in the palm of the other hand. "Why, I though from the wireless that Mr. Schuyler sent me that she was getting along splendidly. He stopped, abruptly.
How long has it been since you made the slightest effort to see him, or to send anyone to him?" Kathryn answered, slowly: "Not since the time I tried to go, and Tom went before me. I I have thought, often, of going.... But, somehow, I've been afraid." In almost a whisper, she repeated, "Yes.... Afraid!" Elinor VanVorst raised her shoulders in an expressive gesture.
"Oh, terribly lonely," returned her sister "trying so hard to finish his work and get back to us. I'm adding a postscript." She seated herself before the writing table. "Do you two want to send any messages?" For a moment for a long, long moment did Mrs. VanVorst stand, silent, motionless. All that the thing meant that she was about to do, no one knew better than she.
And for that it was welcome; welcome, that is, to all but him of the outraged dignity. And even he, though he puffed and huffed below stairs, deep down in his heart was glad that he had sacrificed his most precious possession in such a cause. Elinor VanVorst swung around in her chair, and eyed her sister. "Well, Kate?" she asked. Kate raised violet eyes in protest.
VanVorst was in, he said, in response to Blake's query; Mrs. Schuyler was out.... It had been some time since Blake had seen Kathryn. She had been very ill, very ill ill almost unto death. This had followed the receipt of a letter from John Schuyler a letter which made futile all their efforts to spare her suffering a letter in which he had been condemned of his own hand. Dr.
Elinor met him as he entered the drawing room. He set the child down, bidding her go find her nurse; then he turned to Mrs. VanVorst. "I have seen him," he said, simply. She looked the query that there was no need for lips to speak. He shook his head. "It is impossible," he declared. "Quite impossible. She was there." "We must dissuade Kathryn from going, then," said Elinor.
There were other marks on that letter marks that were not kisses marks that had been made by moisture, and that had smeared the ink as they had been quickly wiped away. These the child did not notice; she was looking toward the house. "Here comes Aunt Elinor, mother, dear," she said. Mrs. VanVorst had been very ill.
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