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"But he fought it more than once," explained Mr. Hayden, earnestly. "He was continually overcoming, and at times found it necessary to withdraw into the mountains where he fasted and prayed." "That is a good thought to carry home," suggested Grace, rising, "for we need to follow his example."
She was deeply in earnest, and her quivering lip spoke more than a volume of words. "Grace speaks for us both," added Kate, huskily. "Dear friends," replied Mrs. Hayden, much touched herself, "I am glad, yes, more than glad, that you can speak so of my letters, of which the greatest merit lies in their simple earnestness ." She ceased abruptly, and for a few moments all were silent....
"She is reaping the reward of her trust in the Law," said Mrs. Hayden. "That is the only thing that will make the working sure." "Well Kate, you have trusted surely, and to think what a proof this is!" "How you talk Grace! One might think you had never proven it at all, or that your work didn't bear witness to your own trust," reproved Mrs. Hayden, smiling.
Looking back upon her youthful infatuation for Glenn Mitchell, she smiled at herself twistedly. She knew now that she had been in love with the bright shadow of love. But, she reflected, if she did not love Hayden, she respected him, she was proud of him; he represented all that was best and most desirable in her present life. Life with Berkeley Hayden wouldn't be empty.
Only, and there was the rub, Hayden couldn't very well profit by the courage of his convictions, in spite of his truculent self-assurance, for the simple reason that he wasn't capable of it. The lady was, he decided by virtue of his stolen glances, about twenty-five years old, although her poise of manner indicated a composure beyond her years.
He was like a man who had been unwittingly drawn into a situation which rendered him extremely uncomfortable, and he was distinctly not of her world. On the other hand, the lady of the silver butterfly, as Hayden was forced to call her, in lieu of any other name, exhibited her usual calm, unruffled composure.
Hayden had frequently come home with neuralgia in his face, but after one or two attacks the unwelcome intruder vanished.
She could have her marriage annulled. Then she would become Mrs. Berkeley Hayden. Even the fact that he really knew very little about her did not trouble him. He coveted her, and he meant to have her. He read the young Italian's sonnets, which she had inspired, and they made him thoughtful. He could readily understand the depths of feeling such a woman could arouse.
But Honora continued to go to the dancing class, where she treated Mr. Meeker with a hauteur that astonished him, amused Virginia Hayden, and perplexed Cousin Eleanor. Mr. Meeker's cringing soul responded, and in a month Honora was the leading spirit of the class, led the marches, and was pointed out by the little dancing master as all that a lady should be in deportment and bearing.
"Because," replied Hayden smoothly, "the er little favor you were to grant me in return is to be made useless by the courts." "Can I help that?" the mayor demanded. "Was there anything about that in the agreement? I did my work. I want my pay. I'll have it, Mister Hayden." Hayden's voice was cool and even as he spoke to Bland. "Got the money, Joe?" "Yes," Bland answered. "Where?"
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