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I was afraid I might not see you for goodbye." "For goodbye?" Amherst paused, embarrassed. How had she guessed that he did not mean to return to Lynbrook? "You know," she reminded him, "I'm going to some friends near Philadelphia for ten days" and he remembered confusedly that a long time ago probably yesterday morning he had heard her speak of her projected visit.
"Don't look at me with those big eyes they've eaten up the whole of your face! And you needn't think I'm sorry for what I've done," she declared. "I'm not the least little atom of a bit!" JUSTINE was pacing the long library at Lynbrook, between the caged sets of standard authors.
It was just the hour when Bessy's maid was carrying her breakfast-tray, with its delicate service of old silver and porcelain, into the darkened bed-room at Lynbrook; but early rising and hard scrambling had whetted the appetites of the naturalists, and the nursery fare which Cicely spread before them seemed a sumptuous reward for their toil.
He's simply too busy to come and thank her!" "Too busy at Hanaford?" "So he says. Introducing the golden age at Westmore it's likely to be the age of copper at Lynbrook." Mrs. Ansell drew a meditative breath. "I was thinking of that. I understood that Bessy would have to retrench while the changes at Westmore were going on."
That was what Miss Brent's letter meant; and his answer was a telegram to Bessy, announcing his return to Long Island. The step was not an easy one; but decisive action, however hard, was always easier to Amherst than the ensuing interval of readjustment. To come to Lynbrook had required a strong effort of will; but the effort of remaining there called into play less disciplined faculties.
Justine had given him a clear and self-possessed report of the dreadful weeks at Lynbrook; but at his first allusion to her own part in them, she shrank into a state of distress which seemed to plead with him to refrain from even the tenderest touch on her feelings.
She was weary, for the moment, of ugliness, pain and hard work, and life seemed to recover its meaning under the aspect of a graceful leisure. Lynbrook also, whither she had been persuaded to go with Bessy at the end of their woodland cure, had at first amused and interested her.
Gaines yielded to the medical commands, consoled by the ready acquiescence of the rector. But before she left she extracted a promise that he would call frequently at Lynbrook, and wait his opportunity to say an uplifting word to Mrs. Amherst.
To Wyant, at any rate, the answer was not far to seek. His pale face reflected the disdain in hers as he returned ironically: "A thousand pardons; I know I'm not always in the key." "The key?" "I haven't yet acquired the Lynbrook tone. You must make allowances for my lack of opportunity."
And among the throng of Lynbrook habitués, she knew not to whom to turn. To loose the Telfer tribe and Mrs. Carbury upon that stricken house her thought revolted from it, and she was thankful to know that February had dispersed their migratory flock to southern shores. But if only Amherst would come!
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