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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.
"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 the 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."
"Grandfather doesn't know that I came, or Aunt Claudia. They felt that your mother ought to see you first and so did I. Until the last minute. Then I saw Jefferson driving by I was down at the gate to wave to you, Randy and I just came " her gay laugh was infectious the men laughed with her. "You must let me out when we get to Huntersfield, and you mustn't tell either of you.
It came up over her head, and she looked very slight and childish. George, surveying the room, said, "This is some contrast to Huntersfield." "Yes." "Do you like it?" "Oh, yes. I have spent months here, you know, and Sally, who whistles out there in the yard, is an old friend of mine. I played with her as a child."
"I would have married him, Dad, if if I had had to tramp the road." Truxton came on the noon train. He drove at once to Huntersfield with his mother, was embraced by the Judge, kissed Becky, and suddenly disappeared. "Where's he gone?" the Judge asked, irritably. "Where has he gone, Claudia?" "He will be back in time for lunch," said Mrs. Beaufort. "May I speak to you in the library, Father?"
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
I always go back to Huntersfield for Christmas." After that it was decided that she should sit for him each morning. They did not speak again of Randy. There had been something in Becky's manner which kept Archibald from saying more. When they reached the lighthouse, the wind was blowing strongly.
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.
"Nothing, I suppose " She let it go at that. Her intuitions carried her towards the truth. She had learned from Mandy and the Judge that Dalton had spent much time at Huntersfield in her absence. Becky never mentioned him. Her silence spoke eloquently, Mrs. Beaufort felt, of something concealed. Becky was apt to talk of things that interested her.
"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."
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