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Without another word he left the room left it with an old man's dimmed and misty eyes agaze upon him, full of love and admiration. Mrs. Vanderlyn rose, too, beside herself with shame and grief and indignation. She turned upon the flute-player. "Alone!" she cried. "Did you hear that? Oh, the ingratitude, the selfishness, of children!"
All his acquaintances, including his official chief, would have told you that Laurence Vanderlyn was an accomplished man of the world, and an acute student of human nature, but now, to-night, he owned himself at fault. Only one thing was quite clear; he told himself that the thought of again taking up the thread of what had been so unnatural an existence was hateful impossible.
She, after all, was the only human being who knew the story of his tragic, incomplete love. It would be an infinite comfort and relief to tell her, if not everything, then at least of the irony, the uselessness, of their present search. Since last night the secret no longer seemed to be his alone. But Vanderlyn resisted the temptation. He had no right to cast even half his burden on another.
If you should think that Lee would desire it, and the thing should appear to you proper, it should be suggested to your senators. God bless you. New-York, December 4, 1802. So you arrived on the 24th, after a passage of ten days; you and the Charleston packet on the same day. All this I learned last night; not from you. Vanderlyn and I drank a bottle of Champagne on the occasion.
Young Vanderlyn observed that he was oftener and oftener, as he drank and danced with women of his own race, turning envious and longing eyes toward the beautiful young German girl, throwing resentful, scowling glances at her father, who, on that previous occasion, had so notably rebuffed him. It became quite plain, ere long, that the man had worked up a great wrath against the flute-player.
He bowed before her, almost as he had, in bygone days, bowed low before an appreciative audience. Was not this, as much as ever any solo on the flute had been, a triumph of high art? And more! Was it not the triumph of his love for Anna over, first, this hard-souled, little-minded Mrs. Vanderlyn, and, second, the last selfish impulse lingering within his own unselfish soul?
Vanderlyn, will prove to you the importance I attach to this interview. Indeed, I wish to be quite frank with you " Vanderlyn bent his head, and then he sat up, listening keenly while the other continued
Suddenly she remembered what Strefford had said about Nelson Vanderlyn and his wife. "Why should two people who've just done each other the best turn they could behave like sworn enemies ever after?" After all, perhaps Strefford was right; it was something to have rid human relations of hypocrisy, even if, in the process, so many exquisite things seemed somehow to have been torn away with it....
I reckon 'e forgot or else th' toff there, 'e don't ricollick. Hi knows as 'e don't know w'ere 'tis we've come to. 'E tol' me hit 'ad slipped 'is mind." "Oh," said Anna, in distress. "'Ow's Mr. Vanderlyn to find, then?" "Oh, I do not know," said Anna in dismay. "Hi do," said M'riar, scrubbing furiously toward Anna till that dainty maiden fled before her and took refuge in the doorway.
Pargeter, having hired a motor cab to drive her to Marly-le-Roi, had met with an accident or sinister misadventure on the way thither. At last the long day wore itself out, and Vanderlyn, in the late afternoon, found himself once more in his own rooms, alone. He only owed his escape to-night to the fact that two of Mrs.
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