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He did not care, for that matter. It seemed to him just then that all the world must know what was so vitally important, so transcendently wonderful. Not until Audrey's eyes closed again, and he saw that she was sleeping, did he loosen his arms from around her. When at last he went out to the stiffly furnished hospital parlor, he found Mrs. Haverford sitting there alone, still knitting.
"Although" negligently "picnics are not much in my line." "Oh, Audrey's picnics aren't like other people's," rejoined Sara reassuringly. "She runs them just as she runs everything else, on lines of combined perfection and informality! The lunch will be the production of a French chef, and the company a few carefully selected intimates." "Very well, I'll come if you're sure Mrs.
But he rather thought she had been crying. There was an undeniably moist handkerchief on her knee. "She roused a little while ago," he said, trying to speak quietly, and as though Audrey's rousing were not the wonder that it was. "She seemed very comfortable. And now she's sleeping." "The dear child!" said Mrs. Haverford. "If she had died, after everything " Her plump face quivered.
From the trim houses, each without exception new, twinkled discreet lights, with glimpses of surpassingly correct domesticity, and the wind rustled loudly through the foliage of the prim gardens, ruffling them as it might have ruffled the unwilling hair of the daughters of an arch-deacon. Nobody was abroad. Absurd thoughts ran through Audrey's head. A letter from Mr.
Audrey's first thought was: "Has heaven telegraphed to him on my behalf?" But her next was that all the solicitors in the world would now be useless in the horrible calamity that had befallen. It is to be noted that Audrey was no worse off than before the discovery of the astounding value of the Zacatecas shares.
Henceforth the mouths of Audrey's detractors were closed. She was no longer "that shocking little widow with the dyed hair," but a woman who had married into a branch of one of the oldest families in the county, and whose immense private fortune had enabled her to give substantial help to her country in its need.
And suddenly a tight band snapped which had seemed to bind Audrey's head all day. She was calm. She was herself again. Life was very wonderful; peace was very wonderful. The dear old world. The good old world. The kind, loving, tender old world, which separated people that they might know the joy of coming together again.
Then she saw him, and his determination died under the light that came in her eyes. Give her up! How could he give her up, when she was everything he had in the world? With a shock, he recognized in the thought Natalie's constant repetition as to Graham. So he had come to that! He felt Audrey's eyes on him, but he did not go to her. He signed his check, and went out.
You did not say the convincing things when the conversation took certain turns. That is all." "You knew who I was, and you never told me!" Audrey pouted. "Had I the right, darling? You had decided upon your identity. It would have been inexcusable on my part to inform you that you were mistaken in so essential a detail." Madame Piriac gently returned Audrey's kiss.
There was more than curiosity in Audrey's voice. "I don't know." Phil's eyes suddenly avoided hers. He spoke in a dogged, half-surly tone. Audrey sat and looked at him for a moment. Then lightly she rose and stood before him. "Tell me, please!" she said imperiously. He made a sharp gesture of remonstrance. "Sorry," he said, after a moment, as she waited inexorably. "I can't!"
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