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"I'll have a harder one to-morrow. Nothing would do but I must go back to Huntersfield. Mandy's off her head, and the Judge wants this whole house turned upside down for Truxton." "And Truxton comes on the noon train." "Yes." There was a long silence. Then Mary said in a queer voice, "Mother, I've got to tell you something to-night " "You ain't got anything to tell me, honey."
She had often tiptoed down in the night, expecting to see his case empty, and to hear his trumpet sounding high up near the moon. There was a moon to-night. Dinner was always late at Huntersfield. In the old days three o'clock had been the fashionable hour for dining in the county, with a hot supper at eight.
He descended the stairs. Then, suddenly, he found himself taking the trail back towards Huntersfield. He walked easily, following the path which led across the hills. The distance was not great, and he had often walked it. He loved a night like this. As he came to a stretch of woodland, he went under the trees with the thrill of one who enters an enchanted forest. An owl hooted overhead.
"It is a beautiful thing for you to do. But I am not sure that there will be a happy ending." "Why not?" She could not tell him. She could not tell that between her and her thought of Randy was the barrier of all that George Dalton had meant to her. "If you paint the picture," she evaded, "you must finish it at Huntersfield. Why can't you and Louise come down this winter? It would be heavenly."
He did the things he had always done, hunted up the friends he had always known. He spent week-ends at various country places, and came always back to town with an undiminished sense of his need of Becky, and his need of revenge on Randy. He had heard before he left Virginia that Becky was at Nantucket. He had found some consolation in the fact that she was not at Huntersfield.
The garden at Huntersfield was square with box hedges and peaked up with yew, and there were stained marble statues of Diana and Flora and Ceres, and a little pool with lily pads. "You are like the pretty little girls in the picture books," said George, as they walked along. "Isn't that a new frock?" "Yes," said Becky, "it is. Do you like it?" "You are a rose among the roses," he said.
It shone through the windows of the Bird Room at Huntersfield, wooing George out into the fragrant night. He could hear voices on the lawn young Paine's laugh Becky's. Once when he looked he saw them on the ridge, silhouetted against the golden sky. They were dancing, and Randy's clear whistle, piping a modern tune, came up to him, tantalizing him. But the Judge held him.
Flora, lying inert and bloodless, opened her eyes. "Say it again," she whispered. "Say it again." Randy rode straight from Hamilton Hill to Huntersfield. He found Becky in the Bird Room. She had her head tied up in a white cloth, and a big white apron enveloped her. She was as white as the whiteness in which she was clad, and there were purple shadows under her eyes.
"I shall sleep well to-night because of to-morrow." But when to-morrow came there was a telephone message for Becky that Major Prime and his wife were in town. They had messages for her from Huntersfield, and from King's Crest. "And so our day is spoiled," said Archibald. "We can come again," said the Admiral, "but we must be getting back to Siasconset to-morrow. I wrote to Tristram.
And when you stick in the knife, you can turn it until it hurts." It was while the family at Huntersfield were at dinner that the telephone rang. Calvin answered, and came in to say that Miss Becky was wanted. She went listlessly. But the first words over the wire stiffened her. It was George's voice, quick imploring. Saying that he had something to tell her. That he must see her
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