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"Alix I know her! will only be sorry for me," Cherry mused. "She'll only think me mad to disgrace the good name of Strickland; she'll think we're both crazy.
The same post that carried her letter east was to take one from Courtney Thane to his mother. DEAREST MATER: I am going to ask Alix Crown to marry me. I have hesitated to do so for obvious reasons, perfectly clear to you. Now, I have decided. She understands my financial situation. She knows that I am almost entirely dependent on you for support at present.
"My case is different," Alix said, unembarrassed, getting down to come stand beside him at the fire. "I married an old man for his money!" "Do you know," he said, putting his arm about her, "I like you! You'll no sooner get hold of your money, if you do than you'll want to turn it all over to Cherry! You're a devoted sister, do you know it?"
It was in early March that Alix spoke to her father about it; spoke in her casual and vague fashion, but gave him food for serious thought, nevertheless. "Dad," said Alix suddenly at the lunch table one day when Cherry happened to be shopping in the city, "were you and Mother ever separated when you were married?" "No " the doctor, remembering, shook his head.
Alix faltered now, turning to face him at the mantel. "Your father!" Peter said, shocked. "But hadn't you heard, Peter?" "My dear my dearest child, I'm just off the steamer. I got in at six o'clock. I'd been thinking of you all the time, and I suddenly decided to cross the bay and come straight on to the valley, before I even went to the club or got my mail! Tell me your father "
It took but a few minutes to obey papa's orders. We were already nearly dressed; and as sabots were worn at that time to protect the shoes from the mud and wet, we had them on in a moment. A thick shawl and a woolen hood completed our outfits. Alix was ready in a few moments. "Save your jewels, those you prize most, my love," cried Carpentier, "while I dress."
Peter conceded as he punched two small holes in the top of a tin of olive oil. The oil welled up through the holes and he wiped his fingers on a corner of Alix's apron. "It's just the difference," Alix said, "between being nice looking, which half the women in the word are, and being a beauty.
"Martin's somewhere about," Cherry said, as Peter joined her, and Alix stopped the car within conversational range. "I was passing these, and I thought I'd help the boy get his clothes in." "Here, let me do that," Peter exclaimed.
Nancy Strong put her hand over her eyes and sighed. "I wish David were here," she said to herself. "If he were only here today." During dinner that evening Alix was strangely repressed. It was plain to Mrs. Strong that she was inwardly agitated. After they left the table she became visibly nervous. She was "fidgety," to speak the thought of her perplexed companion.
She did not glance at Peter, but at Martin, who was watching the fire, and at Alix, whose back was toward the room. "Come on, have another game!" Peter asked, generally, while he spelled quickly: "Will arrange sailing first possible day." Alix, humming along with her song, said: "Wait a few minutes!" and Martin glanced up to say, "No, I'm no good at that thing!"
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