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It was the lad, Jimmy Kirtland, sent by Vesty surreptitiously to see that I arrived safely at Miss Pray's. I regarded sacredly this innocent device, but, arrived in the house, I heard Jimmy outside pleading cautiously to Miss Pray through the window that he was afraid to go back alone.
He came back. She held out her hands to him. I meant it for your I meant " He took her hands firmly in his and pressed his lips down to hers. "My wife!" he said, slowly and solemnly; "my wife!" and dropped her hands and left her. She stepped back through the doorway, sobbing. "Was he angry with you, Vesty?" her husband said. "No! no!"
He raised himself on the pillows as if stung; a deep crimson rushed to his cheeks. "It is," said Vesty sadly, quietly "it is. What we want putting by. Do you think I did not care for you?" His haggard face turned to her. "Will not always care for you? But you will never be a great man till you can put by what you want, when they stand against each other, for what is right, though it be hard.
"Because now I see again that you are 'Vesty. And my Lady of M was a possible dream always. But Vesty seemed unattainable. "That rose color," I added, looking at her cheeks, "I never saw anywhere except at certain sunsets you know where."
"Well, how are you? how are you? and have you seen Vesty this morning?" "Fluke and Gurd 's keepin' company with her this mornin'," said Dr. Spearmint, in a voice softer than a woman's. "I jest stopped to sing a little with 'em on the way. I look dreadful," he added, rather ostentatiously fingering a light blue necktie.
Dazzled, I turned away from the refulgent keenness of his wink. But I did not take the direction that wink had indicated. I had an invitation, not from Vesty, but from the two most ancient of the Basins to tea, and I stopped in, a solitary and thoughtful bean-pole, at Captain Pharo's on the way. The music-box was playing.
"Good-night, major," Vesty whispered kindly, coming to me. She had her shawl wrapped over herself and her infant, and was departing quietly with her father-in-law, Captain Rafe. "I I didn't get one eye-beam from her the whole evenin' no, by Jove! And she just now leaned over and showered a whole peck of 'em on that poor little "
Vesty had her dim look; she had turned cold; her speech groped pitifully. "Ah, there, indeed! what for? I have lost my object, you know, Saint Vesta. For fame and frolic and the devil, I suppose since we are talking face to face with an immortal Basin and to fill up the time generally."
"You'll be doing that for some boys of your own by and by," said Miss Pray, intending to have a cheerful evening. Vesty grew sweet and pale; she shook her head. Her dark eye-sockets had a look, I thought, as though she had been ill and fasting. I mused in the firelight.
Vesty stood with her head on her arm, resting against a tree, holding herself. "I do not know that there is anything more to say. But, if you loved him truly " "I do!" Flaming scorn and a smile as defiant as Mrs. Garrison's own. "Do you?" said the surgeon. "Then release him." "You told a lie. He loves me, not Grace Langham. You know how it is with men.
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