Henderson gathered both her hands in one of his and stretched an arm across her shoulders to the post to support her.
She dragged her hands from him and twisted them together.
"Oh,Hart!"she cried."It isn't fair!There is a limit!I have suffered my share.Can't you see?
Can't you understand?"
"Yes,"he panted."Yes,my girl!Tell me just this one thing yet,and I'll cheerfully kill any one who annoys you further.Tell me,Edith!"Then she lifted her big,dull,pain-filled eyes to his and cried:"No!I do not believe it now!I know it is not true!
I killed his love for me.It is dead and gone forever.
Nothing will revive it!Nothing in all this world.
And that is not all.I did not know how to touch the depths of his nature.I never developed in him those things he was made to enjoy.He admired me.He was proud to be with me.He thought,and I thought,that he worshipped me;but I know now that he never did care for me as he cares for her.Never!I can see it!I planned to lead society,to make his home a place sought for my beauty and popularity.She plans to advance his political ambitions,to make him comfortable physically,to stimulate his intellect,to bear him a brood of red-faced children.
He likes her and her plans as he never did me and mine.
Oh,my soul!Now,are you satisfied?"
She dropped back against his arm exhausted.
Henderson held her and learned what suffering truly means.He fanned her with his hat,rubbed her cold hands and murmured broken,incoherent things.
By and by slow tears slipped from under her closed lids,but when she opened them her eyes were dull and hard.
"What a rag one is when the last secret of the soul is torn out and laid bare!"she cried.
Henderson thrust his handkerchief into her fingers and whispered,"Edith,the boat has been creeping up.
It's very close.Maybe some of our crowd are on it.
Hadn't we better slip away from here before it lands?""If I can walk,"she said."Oh,I am so dead tired,Hart!
"Yes,dear,"said Henderson soothingly."Just try to pass the landing before the boat anchors.If I only dared carry you!"They struggled through the waiting masses,but directly opposite the landing there was a backward movement in the happy,laughing crowd,the gang-plank came down with a slam,and people began hurrying from the boat.
Crowded against the fish house on the dock,Henderson could only advance a few steps at a time.He was straining every nerve to protect and assist Edith.He saw no one he recognized near them,so he slipped his arm across her back to help support her.He felt her stiffen against him and catch her breath.At the same instant,the clearest,sweetest male voice he ever had heard called:
"Be careful there,little men!"
Henderson sent a swift glance toward the boat.Terence O'More had stepped from the gang-plank,leading a little daughter,so like him,it was comical.There followed a picture not easy to describe.The Angel in the full flower of her beauty,richly dressed,a laugh on her cameo face,the setting sun glinting on her gold hair,escorted by her eldest son,who held her hand tightly and carefully watched her steps.Next came Elnora,dressed with equal richness,a trifle taller and slenderer,almost the same type of colouring,but with different eyes and hair,facial lines and expression.She was led by the second O'More boy who convulsed the crowd by saying:"Tareful,Elnora!
Don't 'oo be 'teppin'in de water!"
People surged around them,purposely closing them in.
"What lovely women!Who are they?It's the O'Mores.
The lightest one is his wife.Is that her sister?
No,it is his!They say he has a title in England."Whispers ran fast and audible.As the crowd pressed around the party an opening was left beside the fish sheds.
Edith ran down the dock.Henderson sprang after her,catching her arm and assisting her to the street.
"Up the shore!This way!"she panted."Every one will go to dinner the first thing they do."They left the street and started around the beach,but Edith was breathless from running,while the yielding sand made difficult walking.
"Help me!"she cried,clinging to Henderson.He put his arm around her,almost carrying her from sight into a little cove walled by high rocks at the back,while there was a clean floor of white sand,and logs washed from the lake for seats.He found one of these with a back rest,and hurrying down to the water he soaked his handkerchief and carried it to her.She passed it across her lips,over her eyes,and then pressed the palms of her hands upon it.Henderson removed the heavy hat,fanned her with his,and wet the handkerchief again.
"Hart,what makes you?"she said wearily."My mother doesn't care.She says this is good for me.Do you think this is good for me,Hart?""Edith,you know I would give my life if I could save you this,"he said,and could not speak further.
She leaned against him,closed her eyes and lay silent so long the man fell into panic.
"Edith,you are not unconscious?"he whispered,touching her.
"No.just resting.Please don't leave me."He held her carefully,gently fanning her.She was suffering almost more than either of them could endure.
"I wish you had your boat,"she said at last."I want to sail with the wind in my face.""There is no wind.I can bring my motor around in a few minutes.""Then get it."
"Lie on the sand.I can 'phone from the first booth.
It won't take but a little while."
Edith lay on the white sand,and Henderson covered her face with her hat.Then he ran to the nearest booth and talked imperatively.Presently he was back bringing a hot drink that was stimulating.Shortly the motor ran close to the beach and stopped.Henderson's servant brought a row-boat ashore and took them to the launch.
It was filled with cushions and wraps.Henderson made a couch and soon,warmly covered,Edith sped out over the water in search of peace.
Hour after hour the boat ran up and down the shore.
The moon arose and the night air grew very chilly.
Henderson put on an overcoat and piled more covers on Edith.
