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The youngest boy, Etienne, had been very naughty, Madame Ratignolle

said, as she delivered him into the hands of his mother. He had been

unwilling to go to bed and had made a scene; whereupon she had taken

charge of him and pacified him as well as she could. Raoul had been in

bed and asleep for two hours.

The youngster was in his long white nightgown, that kept tripping him

up as Madame Ratignolle led him along by the hand. With the other chubby

fist he rubbed his eyes, which were heavy with sleep and ill humor. Edna

took him in her arms, and seating herself in the rocker, began to coddle

and caress him, calling him all manner of tender names, soothing him to

sleep.

It was not more than nine o'clock. No one had yet gone to bed but the

children.

Leonce had been very uneasy at first, Madame Ratignolle said, and had

wanted to start at once for the Cheniere. But Monsieur Farival had

assured him that his wife was only overcome with sleep and fatigue, that

Tonie would bring her safely back later in the day; and he had thus been

dissuaded from crossing the bay. He had gone over to Klein's, looking

up some cotton broker whom he wished to see in regard to securities,

exchanges, stocks, bonds, or something of the sort, Madame Ratignolle

did not remember what. He said he would not remain away late. She

herself was suffering from heat and oppression, she said. She carried

a bottle of salts and a large fan. She would not consent to remain

with Edna, for Monsieur Ratignolle was alone, and he detested above all

things to be left alone.

When Etienne had fallen asleep Edna bore him into the back room, and

Robert went and lifted the mosquito bar that she might lay the child

comfortably in his bed. The quadroon had vanished. When they emerged

from the cottage Robert bade Edna good-night.

"Do you know we have been together the whole livelong day, Robert--since

early this morning?" she said at parting.

"All but the hundred years when you were sleeping. Goodnight."

He pressed her hand and went away in the direction of the beach. He did

not join any of the others, but walked alone toward the Gulf.

Edna stayed outside, awaiting her husband's return. She had no desire

to sleep or to retire; nor did she feel like going over to sit with the

Ratignolles, or to join Madame Lebrun and a group whose animated voices

reached her as they sat in conversation before the house. She let her

mind wander back over her stay at Grand Isle; and she tried to discover

wherein this summer had been different from any and every other summer

of her life. She could only realize that she herself--her present

self--was in some way different from the other self. That she was seeing

with different eyes and making the acquaintance of new conditions

in herself that colored and changed her environment, she did not yet

suspect.