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"Mel, all he needed was to be made think," returned Lane. "And that was how I made him do it." "Oh, Daren, I thank you, for mother's sake, for mine I can't tell you how much." "Mel, please don't thank me," he answered. "You understand, and that's enough. Now say you'll marry me, Mel."
You shall have him in joints, and eat him at home";-ha! ha! 'Just like him! said Grossby, with true enjoyment of the princely disposition that had dictated the patriotic order. 'Oh! there! Kilne emphasized, pushing out his arm across the bar, as much as to say, that in anything of such a kind, the great Mel never had a rival. 'That "Marquis" affair changed him a bit, said Barnes.
As it chanced, Iden had finished his noonday meal and was resting in the shade, apart from other laborers there. Lane remembered him, in spite of the fact that the three years had aged and bowed him, and lined his face. "Mr. Iden, do you remember me?" asked Lane. He caught the slight averting of Iden's eyes from his uniform, and divined how the father of Mel Iden hated soldiers.
Then he told Blair about the call he had made upon Helen, and what had transpired at her studio. Blair did not voice the scorn that his eyes expressed. And, in fact, most of his talking was confined to asking questions. Lane found it easy enough to unburden himself, though he did not mention his calls on Mel Iden, or Colonel Pepper's disclosures.
Swiftly he divined that Mel Iden gloried in the presence of a maimed and proven soldier. "Mel, I'll come to see you," he said, breaking the spell. "Do you still live out on the Hill road? I remember the four big white oaks." "No, Daren, I've left home," she said, with slow change, as if his words recalled something she had forgotten. All the radiance vanished, leaving her singularly white.
Some vowed that Mr. George had referred all questions implying a difference between himself and Mel to their mutual fists for decision. At any rate, Mr. George turned up in Fallow field subsequently; the fair Louisa, unhurt and with a quiet mind, in Lymport; and this amount of truth the rumours can be reduced to that Louisa and Mr. George had been acquainted.
She had beauty and brains, a wonderful voice, and personality that might have fitted her for any career or station in life. She thought only of him. She had found content in ministering to him. She was noble and good. In the light of these truths coming to him, Lane took stock of his love for Mel. It had come to be too mighty a thing to understand in a moment.
They talked for a while, but neither mentioned the subject that had once drawn them together. For both of them a different life had begun. A little while afterward Mel and Lane watched the bright figure and the slight dark one go up the hillside cityward. "What do you know about that!" ejaculated Lane for the tenth time. "Hush!" said Mel, and she touched his lips with a soft exquisite gesture.
This time she did not writhe or quiver or breathe. Lane felt surrender in her, and when he lifted his face from hers he was sure. Despite the fact that he had inflexibly clamped his will to one purpose, holding his emotion in abeyance, that brief instant seemed to be the fullest of his life. "Mel, put your arm round my neck," he commanded. Mel obeyed. "Now the other." Again she complied.
I want to marry Mel Iden." "Why?" rasped out the father, hoarsely. "I understand Mel," replied Lane, and swiftly he told his convictions as to the meaning and cause of her sacrifice. "Mel is good. She never was bad. These rotten people who see dishonor and disgrace in her have no minds, no hearts.
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