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For a long time they were silent. Braden was staring at her, horror in his eyes. She remained standing before him, motionless. Lutie's nurse passed through the little hall outside, but they did not see or hear her. A door closed softly; the faint crying of the baby went unheard. "You are wrong there," he said at last, thickly. "I happen to know what his motives were, Anne."
When Lutie and Anne came into the room soon afterward, they found George in a state of great distress. He clutched Lutie's hand in his strong fingers and drew her down close to him so that he could whisper furtively in her ear. "Don't let any one convince you that I haven't a chance to get well, Lutie. Don't let him talk you into anything like that.
A most extraordinary thought entered Anne's mind, a distinct thought among many that were confused: Lutie ought to have a parlour-maid, and she would make it her business to see that she had one at once. Poor, plucky little thing! And then the door was opened and Thorpe walked into the room. "Well, how are we this morning?" he inquired cheerily, clasping Lutie's hand. "Fine, I see.
And later on, when Percy complained over the telephone she apologised with perfect humility,—surprising him even more than she surprised herself. She did not, however, feel called upon to explain to him that she had transferred his orchids to Lutie's living-room. That was another proof of her consideration for others. She knew that Percy's feelings would have been hurt. Lutie was radiantly happy.
As a matter of fact, she went out a great deal, but invariably among friends and to small, intimate affairs. Not once in the months that followed the scene in Lutie's sitting-room did she encounter Braden Thorpe. She heard of him frequently. He was very busy. He went nowhere except where duty called. There was not a moment in her days, however, when her thoughts were not for him.
Lutie then selected for her Steady a Young Man with Hair who played the 'Cello. He was so wrapped up in his Art that he acted Dopey most of the time, and often forgot to send out the Laundry so as to get it back the same Week. Furthermore, he didn't get to the Suds any too often. Lutie thought he was Great, but what Lutie's Father thought of him could never get past the Censor.
The old barrier was coming down. But even as her lips parted to utter the words that Anne wanted to hear, suspicion intervened and Lutie's sore, tried heart cried out: "You have come here to claim him! You expect me to stand aside and let you take him—" "No, no! He is yours. I did come to help him, to nurse him, to be a real sister to him, but—that was before I knew that you would come."
Dear me, I have no right to say what you shall wear on the street or—" Wade's eyes grew a little wider. "Is it possible, madam, that you failed to recognise the—er—garments?" She laid her hand upon Lutie's arm, and gripped it convulsively. Her eyes were fixed in a fast-growing look of aversion. "You do not mean that—that they were Mr. Thorpe's?" she said, in a low voice.
He knew they were Chestnuts, and had been called in, but they suited him, and he thought that inasmuch as he had put up the Wherewith for Lutie's Lessons he ought to have some kind of a Small Run for his Money. Would Lutie sing such Trash? Not she.
Purposely, and with a cunning somewhat foreign to her sex, she took good care that he should not be there when she made her daily visits. She made it an object to telephone every day, ostensibly to inquire about Lutie's condition, and she never failed to ask what the doctor had said. In that way she knew that he had made his visit and had left the apartment.
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