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The influence of Natalie, as soft and still as reflected light; of H lne, worldly before the world, but big of heart; and of Leighton, who had been judged in all things that he might judge, had drawn Lewis up above his self-chosen level, given sight to his eyes, and reduced Folly to the proportions of a little final period to the paragraph of irresponsible youth.
"Oh, no, of course not," gasped Lady Derl, trying to gulp down her mirth. "Not at all." And then she laughed again. Lewis waited solemnly for her to finish, then he told her of some of the things he had heard at the club. "H lne," he finished, "I want you to know that I don't only see what a fool I was. I see more than that. I see what you and dad sacrificed to my blindness.
He undid all but the skeleton of what he had done, and on the bare frame built the progression of repressed beauty which was to escape the glancing eye only to find a long abiding-place in the hearts of those who worship seldom, but worship long. At last he got word from H lne. Has letter had followed her to the Continent and from there to Egypt.
I just wanted to tell you that Folly has come around at last. We're going to be married." For a long moment there was silence, then H lne said: "You love her, Lew? You're sure you love her?" Lewis nodded his head vehemently. "And you're sure she loves you?" asked H lne. "Yes," said Lewis, not so positively. "In her way she does. She says she's wanted me from the first day she saw me."
He could not penetrate the sudden reserve that had fallen upon his father or the apparent increasing distraction with which H lne met his visits. He did not know that it is in youth and in age that hearts attain their closest contact and that the soul that finds itself, generally does so in solitude.
At the same hour Leighton was saying good-by to H lne. He had not really come to say good-by. He had come to thank her for her sacrifice, for the things he knew she had said to Lew. He did not try to thank her in words. A boyish glance, an awkward movement, a laugh that broke these things said more to H lne than words.
We think we abuse it, but it's love that abuses itself. There are so many kinds of love, and every big family is bound to include a certain number of rotters. Love isn't terrible through the things we do to it; it's terrible for the things it does to us." H lne paused. "I'm glad you saw what you did to-day because it will make it easier for you to understand. Tour father loves me, and I love him.
"No," interrupted Lewis, "that's not what I mean. It's odd because H lne said just the same thing about you. She said you were great friends that women didn't have to know each other to be friends." "They don't have to know men to be friends, either," said Natalie, "unless " "Unless what?" "Unless they love them. If they love them, they've got to know them through and through to be friends.
To Lewis's youth had come a new impulse so entangled with contact with H lne, with Leighton, and with Natalie that he could not quite define it. He only knew that it had pushed Folly back in his vision so far back that his mind could not fasten upon and hold her in the place to which he had given her a right. The realization troubled him.
We have a World that's ours alone. We could take it with us wherever we went." "H lne," whispered Lewis, "why didn't you go?" "H lne unlocked her hands, put them on the lounge at her sides, and stayed herself on them. She stared at the floor. "We didn't go," she said, "because of the terrible things that love bitter love had done to us." She turned luminous eyes toward Lewis.
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