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"'Legendary hypotheses based on a neurotic foundation," finished Leighton. "Yes, I remember that theory of mine. I'm building on it." "I thought you were," said H lne. "Don't build too confidently. Lew has a strain of constancy in him. It's quite unconscious, but it's there. Just add my theory to yours." "What's your theory?" asked Leighton. "My theory," said H lne, "is that little girl Natalie.
Then he looked up into Natalie's speaking face and knew that he had found more. He had found again his old pal. "A pal is one who can't do wrong who can't go wrong, who can't grow wrong." Who had said that? H lne H lne, who, never having seen Natalie save with the inner vision, knew her for a friend. To Folly his body had cried, "Let us stay young together!"
I don't suppose she's little now." Leighton frowned. "Do you know where Natalie is living? She's there." His brow clouded with thoughts of the scene of his bitter love. H lne understood. "I know. I thought so," she said. "I'll send Lewis to her." "No, Glen," said H lne softly, "you'll take him to her." When all was ready for the start, Nelton appeared before Leighton.
He pushed by him and knocked at H lne's door. "Come in," she cried. Lewis stood before her. He was excited. "H lne," he said, "there's a man come in a horrible man. He pushed by the servants. He's gone upstairs. I think well, I think he's not himself. Do you want me to do anything?" H lne was standing.
"When you have to try to be clever, Glen, you're a bore," remarked H lne. "I'm not trying to be clever," said Leighton. "There's a battle going on over there, and I was merely throwing light on it." The battle was worth watching. The two young women were as dissimilar as beauty can be. Both had all the charms of well-nurtured and well-cared-for flesh.
Lew grew morose, heavy. He avoided his father, but he could do no work; so time hung on his hands, and began to rot away his fiber as only too much time can. One day H lne sent for Leighton. "Glen," she said, "we've been playing with something bigger than merely Folly. I saw her to-day, just a flash in Bond Street. I saw her face.
"If you'd think a minute, you would realize that we don't charter doormen to welcome people, but to keep them out." She turned to Lewis. "But not you, boy. You may come any time except between nine and ten. That's when I have my bath. What's your name? I can't call you boy forever." "Lewis." "Well, Lew, you may call me H lne, like your father. It'll make me feel even younger than I am."
Leighton spoke again. "One thing more. Don't forget that to-day you and I and H lne, received Folly here as one of us." Lewis looked up. Leighton rose, and laid one hand on his shoulder. "Boy," he said, "don't make a mistress out of anything that has touched H lne. You owe that to me." "I won't, Dad," gulped Lewis. He snatched up his hat and stick and hurried out into the open.
H lne sat down. She held one knee in her locked hands. Her face was half turned from Lewis. She was staring out through the narrow, Gothic panes of the broad window. Her face was still pale and set. Lewis's eyes swept over her. Her beauty struck him as never before. Something had been added to it. H lne seemed to him a girl, a frail girl. How could he ever have thought this Woman worldly!
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm sorry I said that!" His contrition was so deep, so true, that H lne smiled, to put him at his ease. "It's all right, Lew; it's all right that you saw," she said evenly. "Come here. Sit down here. Now, what have you got to tell me?" Lewis was still frowning. "It seemed," he said, "such a big thing. Now, somehow, it doesn't seem so big.
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