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But Miss Voscoe said: "I have a quite first-class idea and so have you." He could but beg her pardon interrogatively. "Oh, you know well enough," said she. "She'd got to go. And it was up to her to do it right now, I guess." Vernon had to ask why.
"Can there be two lights?" asked Temple anxiously. "If not, consider the fraternal embrace withdrawn." "No, you're the light, of course," said Betty. "Mr. Vernon's the Ancient Light. He's older than you are, isn't he?" The roar of appreciation of her little joke surprised Betty, and, a little, pleased her till Miss Voscoe whispered under cover of it: "Ancient light?
"I didn't know you were so brave," said the Minneapolis girl. "Perhaps he didn't want you to know," said Miss Voscoe; "perhaps that's his life's dark secret." "People often pretend to a courage that they haven't," said Vernon. "A consistent pose of cowardice, that would be novel and I see the idea developing more than useful."
"Ah!" said Betty, "you're so clever " "Too clever to live, yes," said Miss Voscoe; "but before I die which was it?" "I was going to say," said Betty, her face slowly drawing back into itself its natural colouring, "that you're so clever you don't want to be told things. If you're sure it's one of them, you ought to know which." "Well," remarked Miss Voscoe, "I guess Mr. Temple."
There, no doubt, the mad Englishman was even now breakfasting. There was the width of the garden between them. She sat still till the flannel gleam had gone away among the trees. Then she went out and explored the little town. She bought a blue packet of cigarettes. Miss Voscoe had often tried to persuade her to smoke. Most of the girls did. Betty had not wanted to do it any more for that.
I am so glad I'm beginning to know people. Miss Voscoe is very queer, but she's a dear. She's the one who caricatured me the first day. Oh, we shall do now, shan't we?" "Yes," said the other, "you'll do now." "I said 'we," Betty corrected softly. "I meant we, of course," said Miss Conway.
"Well, you know, in England people don't generally go about together like that unless they're engaged, or relations." "Yes," said Miss Voscoe, filling her glass from the little bottle of weak white wine that costs threepence at Garnier's, "I've heard that is so in your country.
With one last spurt she ran across it, tore up the little bit of street, slipped through the door, and between the garden trees to her pavilion. She looked very carefully in every corner all was still and empty. She locked the door, and fell face downward on her bed. Vernon in his studio was "thinking things over" after the advice of Miss Voscoe in much the same attitude.
Miss Voscoe and some of the other students had been in the party, but not of it as far as Betty was concerned. She had talked to Temple all the time. "I'm glad to see you've taken my advice," said Miss Voscoe, "only you do go at things so like a bull at a gate. A month ago it was all that ruffian Vernon. Now it's all Mr. Go-to-Hell. Why not have a change? Try a Pole or a German."
How can one learn From marshlights how the great fires burn? Ah, no I never loved before!" He had smiled at Temple's confidences when Betty was at hand to be watched and guarded. Now Betty was away anywhere. And Temple was deciding whether it was she whom he loved. Suppose he did decide that it was she, and, as Miss Voscoe had said, made her see it? "Damn," said Vernon, "Oh, damn!"
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