FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148  
149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   >>   >|  
aces before the minister, with his little, black-bound book open. And as he read in a voice that was genuinely impressive those words that no voice could make unimpressive, I saw her paleness blanch into pallor, saw the dusk creep round her eyes until they were like stars waning somberly before the gray face of dawn. When they closed and her head began to sway, I steadied her with my arm. And so we stood, I with my arm round her, she leaning lightly against my shoulder. Her answers were mere movements of the lips. At the end, when I kissed her cheek, she said: "Is it over?" "Yes," McCabe answered--she was looking at him. "And I wish you all happiness, Mrs. Blacklock." At that name, her new name, she stared at him with great wondering eyes; then her form relaxed. I carried her to a chair. Joe came with a glass of champagne; she drank some of it, and it brought life back to her face, and some color. With a naturalness that deceived even me for the moment, she smiled up at Joe as she handed him the glass. "Is it bad luck," she asked, "for me to be the first to drink my own health?" And she stood, looking tranquilly at every one--except me. I took McCabe into the hall and paid him off. When we came back, I said: "Now we must be going." "Oh, but surely you'll stay for supper!" cried Joe's wife. "No," replied I, in a tone that made it impossible to insist. "We appreciate your kindness, but we've imposed on it enough." And I shook hands with her and with Allie and the minister, and, linking Joe's arm in mine, made for the door. I gave the necessary directions to my chauffeur while we were waiting for Anita to come down the steps. Joe's daughter was close beside her, and they kissed each other good-by, Alva on the verge of tears, Anita not suggesting any emotion of any sort. "To-morrow--sure," Anita said to her. And she answered: "Yes, indeed--as soon as you telephone me." And so we were off, a shower of rice rattling on the roof of the brougham--the slatternly man-servant had thrown it from the midst of the group of servants. Neither of us spoke. I watched her face without seeming to do so, and by the light of occasional street lamps saw her studying me furtively. At last she said: "I wish to go to my uncle's now." "We are going home," said I. "But the house will be shut up," said she, "and every one will be in bed. It's nearly midnight. Besides, they might not--" She came to a full stop. "We are going--
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148  
149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

kissed

 

McCabe

 

minister

 

answered

 

chauffeur

 

linking

 

imposed

 
insist
 

kindness

 

daughter


waiting
 

directions

 

impossible

 

furtively

 
studying
 
occasional
 

street

 

Besides

 

midnight

 

watched


shower

 

telephone

 

rattling

 

emotion

 
morrow
 

brougham

 

slatternly

 
servants
 

Neither

 

servant


thrown

 

suggesting

 

handed

 

steadied

 

closed

 

waning

 

somberly

 

leaning

 
lightly
 

movements


shoulder

 

answers

 

genuinely

 

impressive

 

blanch

 

pallor

 

paleness

 

unimpressive

 
health
 

tranquilly