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She quivered. But he went on quietly: "I know you're lonely, Helena,

and as I can't come and see you quite so often as I used to, I want

you to take this little fellow, simply to amuse you."

She walked beside him silently. When they reached the bench under the

poplar, she sat looking into the April distance without speaking. She

was saying to herself, miserably, that she didn't want the child; she

didn't want to lessen any sense of obligation that brought him to

her;--and yet, she did not want him to come from a sense of

obligation!

"You would get great fun out of him, Nelly," he insisted.

And looking up, she saw the kindness of his face and yielded. "Well,

perhaps I will; that is, if Dr. Lavendar will let me have him. I'm

afraid of Dr. Lavendar somehow."

"Good!" he said heartily; "that's a real weight off my mind." Her lip

curled again, but she said nothing. Lloyd Pryor yawned; then he asked

her whether she meant to buy the house.

"I don't know; sometimes I think there is less seclusion in the

country than there is in town." She drew down a twig, and began to

pull at the buds with aimless fingers. "I might like to come to

Philadelphia and live near you, you know," she said. The sudden malice

in her eyes was answered by the shock in his; his voice was disturbed

when he spoke, though his words were commonplace: "It's a pleasant enough house."

Then he looked at his watch, opening the case under the shelter of his

hand--but she saw the photograph in the lid.

"Is that a good picture of Alice?" she said with an effort.

"Yes," he answered, hastily snapping the lid shut. "Helena, what are

we going to have for dinner?"

"Oh, nothing very much, I'm afraid," she told him ruefully. Then

rising, she held out her hand. "Come! We mustn't quarrel again. I

don't know why we always squabble!"

"I'm sure I don't want to," he said. "Nelly, you are prettier every

time I see you." He put a finger into one of the loose curls in the

nape of her neck, and she looked up at him, her lip trembling.

"And do you love me?"

"Of course I do!" he declared, slipping his arm around her waist. And

they walked thus between the box borders, back to the house.