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They wear pins and badges, and belong to more things than I have ever heard of!" Miss Benedet laughed. "I am silent, too, sometimes," she said. "But you are not dense!" "I'm afraid you go very much to extremes in your likes and dislikes, dear lady, and you are much younger than I, you know." "I am quite aware of that," said Mrs. Thorne. "You have had seven years of Europe to my twenty of Cathay."
"That would be impossible," said Miss Benedet; "but I shall be giving you a great deal of trouble." "Oh, no; it is only ten miles. Mr. Thorne will take you; we will both take you. It is a beautiful drive by moonlight through the woods. Was I wrong not to call you?" "If you were, you will be punished by having me on your hands this long, hot afternoon. I ought to have gone last night.
'I am going out, I said. It was a resolution taken that moment. He held up his watch to the light, which made me angry. "'Go back to the stables, I said, 'if you are due there. I don't want to know the time. "He brought his horse alongside. 'Where is Miss Benedet going, please? "'Anywhere, I said, 'where it will be cool in the morning. "'Miss Benedet will have a long ride.
Miss Benedet looked at the clock, lifting her eyebrows wearily. "I have lost my train," she remarked, but added no reproaches. "Is there an evening train to the city?" "Not from here," Mrs. Thorne replied; "but we could send you over to Colfax to catch the night train from there. I hoped we could have you another day."
She retreated a little from what she felt to be a crisis of some sort, and her heart beat hard with acute agitation. "Mrs. Thorne?" said the visitor. "Do I need to tell you who I am? Has any one forewarned you of such a person as Helen Benedet?" The two women clasped hands hurriedly.
Miss Benedet had put on a cloth skirt and stiff shirt-waist for her journey, and suffered from the change, but did not show it. Her beauty was not of the florid or melting order. Mrs. Thorne regarded her inconsolably, noting with distinct and separate pangs each item of her loveliness, as she moved serene and pale against the dark, resonant green of the pines.
"I did not look for such considerations from you. And you are troubled for the modesty of your son?" "My dear, he has nothing, and he is of course we think him everything he should be but he is not a handsome boy." "Thank Heaven he is not." "And he does not talk" "About himself. No." "Ah, you do care for him! You understand him. You would" Miss Benedet rose to her feet with decision.
"I signed to him one evening to ride up. 'I want you to talk to me, I said. 'Tell me about the cattle war. "'Miss Benedet forgets my place is behind. He touched his hat and fell back again. Lesson for lesson we were quits. I made no further attempt to corrupt my own pupil. "We rode in silence after that, but I was never without the sense of his ironical presence.
Then your father carried out her final order to wire Norwood Benedet, Jr., at Burlingame, to come home that night to the house address and save she did not say whom or what; there she broke off, demanding that your father compose a message that should bring him as sure as life and death, but tell no tales. I do not know how she may have put it these are my own words.
She is impossible. She knows it, her people know it, and they have not told him. It remains" "What is the girl's name?" "Henry, she is not a girl! That is, she is a girl forced into premature womanhood, like all the fruits of this hotbed climate. She is that Miss Benedet whom you helped, whom you saved how many years ago? When Willy was a schoolboy." "Well, she was saved, presumably."
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