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"What will he think?" she exclaimed, unconsciously. "Oh, what will he think?" Then, seeing that Gowan had heard her, she looked at him piteously. "I did not mean to speak aloud," she said. "I had forgotten in my trouble that Grif will be waiting for me all this time. He has gone to the house to meet me, and I am not there." Perhaps he felt a slight pang, too.
Terrible as the shock was to her, she was calm, and did remember how much might depend upon her. She forgot Grif and the happy evening she had promised herself; she forgot all the world but Mollie, handsome, lovable, innocent Mollie, who was rushing headlong and unconsciously to misery and ruin. A great, sharp change seemed to come upon her as she turned to Ralph Gowan.
Have n't we said that so long as we had one another we could bear anything, and not envy other people? It was n't all talk and sentiment, was it? It was n't on my part, Grif. I meant it then, and I mean it now, though I know there are many good, kind-hearted people in the world who would not understand it, and would say I was talking unpractical rubbish, if they heard me. Hardened!
Just at this juncture Phil himself entered, or, rather, half entered, for he only put his head a comely, curled head surmounted by a disreputable velvet cap half into the room. "Oh, you are here, are you?" he said. "You are the fellow I want. I am just touching up something I want to show you. Come into the studio for a minute or so, Grif."
A young lady in the town owned a donkey, a small, gray beast, who insisted on tripping along the sidewalks and bumping her rider against the walls as she paused to browse at her own sweet will, regardless of blows or cries, till ready to move on. Expressing great admiration for this rare animal, Grif obtained leave to display the charms of Graciosa at the Fair.
"There will not be many nights through which I can watch," she said to herself. "Even this might be the last." And then she turned to the window, and cried silently, thinking of Grif, and wondering what she should say to him, if they ever met again. How could she say to him, "Dolly is dead! Dolly died because you left her!" Another weary day and night, and then the old change came again.
You'll be sitting around doing nothing half the time that is, unless you're fool enough to waste any more time on this dam' dam." "Waste time?" cried Blake, his eyes flashing. "Watch me! Wait till you get your next bill for electric lights! You've given me my cue, Grif.
But it was a hard matter for her to control herself sufficiently to conceal that she was almost in an agony of anxiousness and foreboding. What was she to do with this sadly altered Dolly, the mainspring of whose bright, spirited life was gone? How was she to help her if she could not restore Grif, it was only Grif she wanted, and where was he?
Her antipathy to Grif had evidently been her most unpleasant peculiarity, and now, seeing her care for this new Dolly, who needed care so much, they were rather touched. When the farewells had been said, the carriage had driven away, and they had returned to the studio, a silence seemed to fall upon them, one and all.
"My last letters came to me when Grif laid that package upon the table. He has done with me." "Done with you?" cried Aimée, frightened by her manner. "With you, Dolly?" Then for the first time Dolly flushed scarlet to the very roots of her hair. "Yes," she said, "he has done with me.
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