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"H lne is a pretty name," said Lewis. "None of that, young man," said Leighton. "You'll call H lne my Lady." "That's a pretty name, too," said Lewis. "Yes," said the lady, rising and holding out her hand, "call me that at the door." "Dad," said Lewis as they walked back to the flat, "does she live all alone in that big house?" Leighton came out of a reverie. "That lady, Lew, is Lady H lne Derl.
"Oh, no," said H lne. "Women don't have to know each other to be friends." "Why, there's nothing more to tell about Natalie," said Lewis. H lne looked him squarely in the eyes. "Tell me honestly," she said; "haven't you wanted to go back to Natalie?" Lewis flushed. He rose and picked up his hat and stick.
Her fragrance reached him. It was a fragrance that had no weight, but it bound him bound him hand and foot in its gossamer web. He felt that he ought to struggle, but that he did not wish to. He waited for H lne to speak. "Love," she said at last, "is a terrible thing. Young people don't know what a terrible thing it is. We talk about the word 'love' being so abused.
But but your dad I wrote you I'd seen him just for an hour at Port Said. Your dad, Lew, he's given you all he had." "What do you mean?" asked Lewis, troubled. "Nothing," said H lne, her thoughts wandering; "nothing that telling will show you." She turned back to him and smiled. "Let's talk about your pal Natalie. We're great friends." "Friends?" said Lewis. "Have you been writing to her?"
And I'll have to pick up the pieces and stick them together. One doesn't like to have to do that sort of thing twice. I did it with my own life. I don't want to do it with Lew's. There are such a lot of patched lives. I wanted him I wanted him " H lne crossed the room quickly, and put her arms around Leighton, one hand pressing his head to her. "Glen," she said softly, "why, Glen!"
"Hard for you only for you," whispered the voice of his new-found maturity. It was natural that with reaction should come to Lewis a desire to talk, to seek comfort and sympathy, and it was natural that he should turn to H lne. He walked slowly to her house. The doorman turned from him to pick up a note from the hall table. He handed it to Lewis. "Her ladyship is not in, sir, to-day.
Folly and youth were inseparable; Folly was youth. Then he gave up thinking of Folly. That moment did not belong to her. As once before, the fragrance and the memory of H lne clung to him, held him. He passed slowly into the room where Leighton sat. He felt a dread lest his father ask him what it was H lne had said. But he wronged his father.
"Vi has won out," said H lne to Leighton. Natalie and her mother were sitting on the west veranda of Consolation Cottage at the evening hour. Just within the open door of the dining-room mammy swayed to and fro in a vast rocking-chair that looked too big for her. The years had not dealt kindly with the three. Years in the tropics never do deal kindly with women. Mammy had grown old and thin.
She tore it into bits and tossed it at Leighton's feet. "Glen," she said, "don't you ever dare to send me one of your engraved 'regrets' again. Why why you've been rude to me!" Leighton hung his head. For one second Lewis had the delightful sensation of taking his father for a brother and in trouble. "H lne," said Leighton. "I apologize humbly and abjectly. I thought it would amuse you."
It never broke into deep waters, but somehow you knew the deep waters were there. At last Leighton arose. "Boy," he said, "come here. This lady is my pal. There are times when a man has to tell things to a woman. That's what women are for. When you feel you've got to tell things to a woman, you come and tell them to H lne. Don't be afraid of that peacock of a doorman; push him over.
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