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The eyes are deeply sunken, but with a feverish brightness. "Mr. Grandon, I thank you most kindly for your quick response. Sit down here. Now you can leave us, Denise. I shall want nothing but my drops." "I am afraid you are hardly able " "Mr. Grandon, when a man's life comes to be told off by days, he must do his work quickly, not daring to count on any future.
You see he never rested here," tapping her forehead. "Day and night, day and night, always working and studying, and letting his bouillon and tea get cold, and forgetting all. I made the house bright and cheerful for ma'm'selle, and I thought he might be happy, a little more at rest; but oh, kind Heaven! it is not the rest I hoped." Grandon is quite shocked. St.
Grandon sits down on the stump of a tree, and takes Cecil on his lap. Her little hands are scratched and soiled by the gravel, and her arm has quite a wound. "Oh!" the young girl cries, "will you bring her up to the little cottage over yonder? You can just see the pointed roof. It is my home." "You are Miss St. Vincent?" Grandon exclaims in surprise.
January comes in bitterly cold, and the great house is very lonely. Marcia is flitting about, Mrs. Grandon makes another visit to New York, Eugene is moody and distraught, for he is very much smitten with madame, who, to do her justice, does not encourage the passion, though in a certain way she enjoys the young man's adoration. Then, too, he is extremely miserable about money.
Would you mind if I gave her some berries and milk?" she asks, rather timidly, of Mr. Grandon. "Oh, no! I will soon come back." He stoops and kisses Cecil, and makes a slight signal to Denise, who follows him. "She saved my darling from a great peril," he says, with deep emotion, "perhaps her very life. What can I do for her?" "Keep her from that terrible marriage," returns Denise.
"He is better," she says. "He will be so glad. Go right up to him." He does not look better, but his voice is stronger. "And I had such a nice sleep this afternoon," he says. "I feel quite like a new being, and able to entertain your friend. How good you are to a dying man, Mr. Grandon." Quite in the evening Floyd leaves them together and returns home.
Floyd Grandon is so incensed that he shows his hand incautiously. "Mr. Wilmarth, I offer you twelve thousand dollars for your quarter-share," he says. "Mr. Grandon, I beg leave to decline it." The two men measure each other. They will always be antagonistic. "What will you take to dispose of it?" "It is not for sale." "Then you must have faith in the ultimate recovery of the business."
Busybodies are ready to make any assertions, however false," said Rose calmly. There certainly was nothing to be gained here, so the eager young man took his departure. In the meantime where was August Bordine? Safe under the care of the eccentric Hiram Shanks, and not once had he ventured into Grandon.
"She must be dressed!" cries Denise. "Oh, my lamb, I hope it may not be ill fortune to have no wedding dress, but you must be fresh and clean." Cecil looks on in wide-eyed wonder. "Is she going to be married as Aunt Laura was?" she asks, gravely. Grandon wonders how she will take it. If it should give her sweet, childish love a wrench! They assemble in the sick-room.
Oh, if Romeo had not come so soon, quite so soon!" and her sweet, piteous voice pierces him. "My darling, you must not take it so to heart," he entreats. "But they were happy in that other country. And they went together," glancing up with an exquisite hope in her eyes. "It was better than to live separate. Mr. Grandon, do you know what love like that is?" She asks it in all innocency.
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