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Frau Lenore was not quite well; she had a sick headache, and, half-lying down in an easy chair, she tried to keep perfectly still.
It was midnight when they reached "Many Waters" and Lenore became conscious of fatigue. Nash crowded in front of Jake as she was about to step out, and assisted her. He gave her arm a hard squeeze and fiercely whispered in her ear, "To-morrow!" The whisper was trenchant with meaning and thoroughly aroused Lenore. But she gave no sign and moved away.
Then Anderson appeared, followed by a boy carrying a glass of water for Lenore. They approached the car, Jake sauntering last, with his curious gaze on Nash. "Go in an' get a bite an' a drink," said Anderson to the driver. "An' hurry." Nash obeyed. Jake's eyes never left him until he entered the door. Then Jake stepped in beside Lenore. "Thet water's wet, anyhow," he drawled.
Jake drawled his speech and laughed lazily as he ended it. He was just boasting, as usual, but his hawklike eyes were on Nash. And it was certain that Nash turned pale. Lenore had no reply to make. Her father appeared to lose patience with Jake, but after a moment's hesitation decided not to voice it.
Still, to do her justice, her primary consideration was the blessing such a woman as Lenore might be to her son. She had not fathomed Lady Tyrrell. No woman could do so without knowing her antecedents, but she understood enough to perceive that Eleonora was not happy with her, and this she attributed to the girl's deep nature and religious aspirations.
"Put this into his hand," said Rosamond, and Lenore found the pebble token given to her, and obeyed. At the touch, a quivering trembled over face and form, the eyelids lifted, the eyes met hers, there was a catching of the breath, a shudder and convulsive movement.
Yes, Miss Vivian was walking home; and there was a companion by her side feeling as if that dark, hard gravelled road were the pebbly beach of Rockpier. "When do you go to London?" she asked. "To-morrow afternoon. Wish me well through, Lenore." "Indeed I do." "Say it again, Lenore! Give me the elixir that will give me power to conquer everything." "Don't say such exaggerated things."
"What did he say?" asked Lenore, anxiously. "A lot and just as if I didn't know it all better than he knows," replied Dorn, sadly.
"Lately I could tell when they were coming back." "Did you know just now?" queried Lenore. "I think so. I wasn't really out of my head. I've known when I did that. It's a strange feeling thought memory ... and action drives it away. Then I seem always to want to kill my Huns all over again." Lenore gazed at him with mournful and passionate tenderness.
It's over for me.... To get the wheat cut harvested that's all I hoped.... The army war France I go to be " "Hush!" whispered Lenore, and she put a soft hand upon his lips, checking the end of that bitter speech. She felt him start, and the look she met pierced her soul. "Hush!... It's going to rain!... Father will find some way to save the wheat!... And you are coming home after the war!"
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