The parting at the Stuffed Animal House the next morning was dreary
enough. The day broke heavy with threatening rain. The man, after that
brief flaming up of the embers of burned-out passion, had fallen into
a weariness which he did not attempt to conceal. But the woman--being
a woman--still tried to warm herself at the poor ashes, wasting her
breath in a sobbing endeavor to blow them into some fitful ardor.
There was a hurried breakfast, and while waiting for the stage the
desultory talk that skims over dangerous topics for fear of getting
into discussions for which there is no time. And with it the
consciousness of things that burn to be said--at least on one side.
"I'm sorry I was cross last night," she murmured once, under her
breath.
And he responded courteously, "Oh, not at all."
But she pressed him. "You know it was only because I--love you so? And
to make a joke of--"
"Of course! Helena, when is that stage due? You don't suppose the
driver misunderstood, and expects to take me on at the Tavern?"
"No, he was told to call here.... Lloyd, it's just the same? You
haven't--changed?"
"Certainly not! I do hope he hasn't forgotten me? It would be
extremely inconvenient."
She turned away and stood looking out of the window into the rain-
sodden garden. Mr. Pryor lighted a cigar. After a while she spoke
again. "You'll come soon? I hope you will come soon! I'll try not to
worry you."
"Of course," he assured her; "but I trust your cook will be well next
time, my dear."
"Give me a day's notice, and I will have another cook if Maggie should
be under the weather," she answered eagerly.
"Oh, that reminds me," he said, and thrusting his hand into his pocket
he went out to the kitchen. When he came back he went at once to the
window, "I'm afraid that stage-driver has forgotten me," he said,
frowning. But she reassured him--it really wasn't time yet; then she
leaned her cheek on his shoulder.
"Do you think you can come in a fortnight, Lloyd? Come the first of
May, and everything shall be perfect. Will you?"
Laughing, he put a careless arm around her, then catching sight of the
stage pulling up at the gate, turned away so quickly that she
staggered a little.
"Ah!" he said in a relieved voice;--"beg your pardon, Nelly;--There's
the stage!"