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Carr's," repeated Harlan, miserably, tiptoeing away to the library, where he sat down and wiped his forehead. "'A very dear old friend." Disconnectedly, and with pronounced emphasis, Harlan mentioned the place which is said to be paved with good intentions. The clock struck twelve, and it was just eleven when he had begun on The Quest of the Lady Elaine.
Again one of the sharp glances which sat so strangely on Carr's open countenance. "I understand there is a science of cyclones," he said quietly. "Yes." "Which means that you chaps knew what was coming forty-eight hours ago?" "Yes," replied Luke. "That that steamer flying signals yesterday was talking to you about it?" "Yes."
"Why, he said quite frankly that he thought me the most delightful girl he had ever met." "What else?" Mr. Carr's voice was scarcely audible. "Nothing," said Drusilla; "except that he said he cared for me very much and wished to know whether I ever could care very much for him.... I told him I thought I could. Flavilla told him so, too.... And we all felt rather happy, I think; at least I did."
He stole gently to the folding-doors and looked into young Thorpe's room. Zack was still asleep. After pausing for a moment, and shaking his head sorrowfully, as he noticed how pale and wasted the lad's face looked, he approached the pillow, and laid the lock of Arthur Carr's hair upon it, close to the uninjured side of Zack's head. It was then late in the afternoon, but not dusk yet.
When she did consent to listen, Philip felt before he had talked five minutes, that she was putting herself in Edith Carr's place, and judging him from what the other girl's standpoint would be. That was so disconcerting, he did not plead his cause nearly so well as he had hoped, for when he ceased Elnora sat in silence. "You are my judge," he said at last. "What is your verdict?"
They did not make their appearance until the afternoon was well advanced, and when they did, the drawing-room was full of people, for it was Miss Carr's "At home" day, and the presence of Austin Bertrand, the celebrated novelist, brought together even more visitors than usual. Hilary had not found the entertainment at all amusing.
He seized a net from the table and raced across the garden after a butterfly. He caught it and came back mightily pleased with himself. As the creature struggled in the net, Elnora noted a repulsed look on Edith Carr's face. Levering helped the situation beautifully. "Now what have I got?" he demanded.
And he, John Meredith, must hie him to the woods and cut one. It was an abominable thought. Then a picture presented itself unbidden to his mind. He saw Mrs. Carr's wizened, nut-cracker little face at the appearance of that reviving eel he saw her sailing witch-like over the buggy wheels. Before he could prevent himself the minister laughed.
At last one rose near Carr's boat, and he approached and, fatally for himself, harpooned it. When he struck, the fish was approaching the boat; and, passing very rapidly, jerked the line out of its place over the stern and threw it upon the gunwale. Its pressure in this unfavorable position so careened the boat that the side was pulled under water and it began to fill.
Carr's house sat on a slope that dipped down to a long narrow park, and beyond that to a beach on which slow rollers from the outside broke with a sound like the snore of a distant giant. Along that slope and away to the eastward the city was speckled with lights, although it was barely five o'clock, so early does dark close in in that latitude when the year is far spent.
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