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Updated: May 18, 2025
There are some things which one knows absolutely and Esther knew that Henry Callandar had looked upon her as a man looks upon the woman he loves. He had loved her that night when they paddled through the moonlight; he had loved her when he watched for her coming along the road, but most of all he had loved her when, under the eye of Aunt Amy, they had said good-bye at the garden gate.
He was watching the dark girl talking to Callandar. "What is so rare as a day in June?" said Willits, with deliberate malice. "Ah, yes, very much so. Delighted to have met you. You will excuse me, I'm sure. Annabel," with an impatient glance toward a stout, awkward woman in the background, "if you are not quite ready I think Miss Coombe and I will walk on."
Callandar found himself remarking that it was a fine day. Esther said that it was beautiful but dusty. A little rain would do good. She fanned herself with her broad hat, and stopped fanning to examine closely a tiny stain on the hem of her frock. "Dear me," she said, "I'm afraid it's axle grease! Mournful Mark gave me a lift this morning."
I ceased to be Henry Chedridge, lover, and became Henry Callandar, scientist. All this I owe to you." The other raised his hand. "No, not that. Some impulse I may have given you, but you have made yourself what you are. But you have not told me all yet?" "No." Again the doctor began his uneasy pacing of the room. "The rest is harder to tell. It is not so clear.
The morning breeze blew softly on his face, sweet with the scent of flowering pinks and mignonette. In the orchard all the birds were up and singing. Every blade of grass was gemmed with dew, sparkling through the yellow glory of dawn like diamonds through a primrose veil. But Callandar, usually so alive to every manifestation of beauty, saw nothing save the distant glitter of the gable window.
And anyway he couldn't say it, or anything else, for the first time in his life Henry Callandar was tongue-tied. Did she, too, feel strange? Was that why she kept her eyes so persistently lowered? No, it could hardly be that. She laughed and talked quite naturally seemed entire mistress of herself. "I know I am late, Auntie. It's Friday, you know, and I walked slowly.
"Heaps, but the fact is I didn't bring them home. I felt so tired. I don't know how I should have managed to get home myself if Dr. Callandar hadn't picked me up." "Dr. Callandar?" Esther's voice was mildly questioning. "Yes, why not?" "I thought you had not met him." "Neither I had at least I hadn't met him for a good many years." Mary gave a little excited laugh.
As no one came forth to take his knapsack, Callandar slung it over his shoulder and entered the hotel. The parting remark of his conductor had left a smile upon his lips, which smile still lingered as he asked the sleepy-looking clerk for a room, and intimated that he would like lunch immediately. "Dining room closed," said that individual shortly. "What do you mean?"
Callandar strode across the room and opened a door in the opposite wall. It led into another room, smaller, with no veranda in front of it, yet with a window looking toward the road and two side windows through which the after flush of sunrise streamed. Its door opened upon a small stone stoop set in the grass of the front lawn. The furniture of the room was plain, not to say severe.
And these nice days very tempting, I'm sure! Is your friend a stranger?" Callandar gravely introduced Willits, who became immediately convinced that this mauve lady was the most unpleasant person he had ever seen and doubtless the very person to whom the minister had spoken in his sermon. Why had Callandar let him in for this? Why was he waiting around for anyway?
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