"You go to-morrow?" she faltered.
"Yes," he answered; "but I could not leave Ashurst without--one more look at the rectory."
Lois did not speak. Oh, why did not Helen come?
"A different scene this from that night after the dinner party," d.i.c.k thought, looking at her downcast eyes and trembling hands with cruel exultation in his face, "If I cared!"
"How I have adored Ashurst!" he said slowly, wondering how far it would be safe to go. "I have been very happy here. I hope I shall be still happier, Lois?"
Still she did not answer, but she pressed her hands hard together. d.i.c.k looked at her critically.
"When I come again,--oh, when I come again,--then, if you have not forgotten me--Tell me you will not forget me, until I come again?"
Lois shook her head. d.i.c.k had drawn her to a seat, and his eager face was close to hers.
"I said good-by to the rector this afternoon," he said, "but I felt I must see you again, alone."
Lois was silent.
"I wonder if you know," he went on, "how often I shall think of Ashurst, and of you?"
He had possessed himself of her hand, which was cold and rigid, but lay pa.s.sively in his. She had turned her face away from him, and in a stunned, helpless way was waiting for the question which seemed on his lips. "And you know what my thoughts will be," he said meaningly. "You make Ashurst beautiful."
He saw the color, which had rushed to her face when he had begun to talk, fade slowly; even her lips were white. But she never looked at him.
"You were not always kind to me," he continued, "but when I come back"--
She turned with a sudden impulse toward him, her breath quick and her lips unsteady. "Mr. Forsythe," she said, "I"--
But he had risen. "I suppose I must go," he said in his natural voice, from which sentiment had fled, and left even a suggestion of alarm.
"It is late, and mother may need something,--you know she"s always needing something. We never can forget your kindness, Miss Lois.
Good-by,--good-by!"
Though he lingered on that last word and pressed her hand, he had gone in another moment. Lois stood breathless. She put her hands up to her head, as though to quiet the confusion of her thoughts. What did it mean? Was it only to let her see that he still loved her? Was he coming again?
When Helen, remembering her duties, came into the parlor, it was deserted, and Lois was facing her misery and fright in her own room, while d.i.c.k Forsythe, raging homeward through the rain, was saying to himself, "I"ve put an end to your prospects! She"ll wait for me, if it is six years. It is just as well she doesn"t know I"m going abroad. I"ll tell mother not to mention it. Mother was right when she said I could have her for the asking!"
CHAPTER XXV.
Helen"s desire to get back to John made her decide to start on Monday, instead of waiting until Wednesday, when the fortnight she had planned for her visit ended.
"I must go," she said, smiling at Dr. Howe"s railings. "I cannot stay away from home any longer. And you"ll come soon, Lois, dear!"
Even daily letters from John had not saved her from homesickness. They were a comfort, even though they were filled with pleadings and prayers that, for her soul"s sake, she would see the error of her belief. Such tenderness struggled through the pages of argument, Helen would lay her cheek against them, and say softly, "I"ll come home to you soon, dear."
One of these last letters had entreated her to write immediately upon its receipt, and answer it point by point. She did so, saying at the last, "Now let us drop the whole subject. I will never, as long as I have reason, believe this terrible doctrine,--never. So why need we ever speak of it again? I know it is your fear of eternity which leads you to try to make me believe it, but, dearest, if eternity depends on this, it is already settled; let us just be glad together while we can, in this beautiful time. Oh, I shall soon be home; I can think of nothing else."
And she counted the hours until she could start. When the morning came, with its clear June sky, and great white clouds lying dreamily behind the hills, her face was running over with gladness, in spite of her sympathy for Lois"s grief.
"How happy you look!" Lois said wistfully, as she sat watching Helen put on her bonnet before the swinging mirror in its white and gold frame, on her dressing-table.
Helen had not known how her eyes were smiling, and she looked with quick compunction at Lois"s white face. "I shall see John so soon," she answered contritely. "I can"t help it."
"I shall miss you awfully," Lois went on, leaning her forehead against the edge of the bureau, and knotting the long linen fringe of the cover with nervous little fingers.
"But think how soon I"ll have you in Lockhaven, dear; and you will be a little stronger then, and happier, too," Helen said, brightly.
For Lois was so worn and tired that a less active person would have called herself ill; as it was, she was not able to bear the long ride to Mercer and back, and Helen was to go alone, for Dr. Howe had to go out of Ashurst a little way, to perform a marriage ceremony.
"You"ll have rain before the day is over, my dear," he said, as he put her into the carriage, "and that will make it better traveling, no dust.
It"s a shame that I should have to go in the other direction. Why couldn"t those people get married to-morrow instead of to-day, I should like to know? Or why couldn"t you stay twenty-four hours longer? Could not stand it to be away from home another minute! Well, well, that"s right,--that"s the way it should be. Hope Ward is as anxious to get you back as you are to run off and leave us; perhaps he doesn"t want you, young lady." The rector laughed at Helen"s confident look. "I don"t half like your going to Mercer by yourself," he added.
"Oh, I shall get along very well," said Helen cheerily. "I have no doubt there"ll be a letter for me from John at the post-office, and I will get it as we go through the village. I"ll have that to read."
"It will hardly last all the way to Lockhaven," Lois commented.
"Oh, yes, it will," answered Helen, with a ripple of joy in her tone, which, for pure gladness, was almost laughter. "You don"t know, Lois!"
Lois smiled drearily; she was sitting on the steps, her arms crossed listlessly on her knees, and her eyes fixed in an absent gaze on the garden.
"Here"s Giff," Helen continued, arranging her traveling-bag and some books on the opposite seat of the carriage. "I shall just have time to say good-by to him."
"That is what I came for," Gifford said, as he took her hand a moment.
"I will bring Lois safely to you in a fortnight."
Mrs. Dale was on the porch, and Sally and Jean stood smiling in the doorway; so, followed by hearty good-bys and blessings, with her hands full of flowers, and the sunshine resting on her happy face and glinting through her brown hair, Helen drove away.
Mr. Dale was at the post-office, and came out to hand her the letter she expected.
"So you"re off?" he said, resting his hand on the carriage door, and looking at her with a pleasant smile. "You"ve made me think of the starling, this last week,--you remember the starling in the Bastile?
"I can"t get out," says the starling,--"I can"t get out." Well, I"m glad you want to get out, my dear. My regards to your husband." He stood watching the carriage whirl down the road, with a shade of envy on his face.
When Helen had gone, and the little group on the porch had scattered, Lois rose to go into the house, but Gifford begged her to wait.
"You stay too much in-doors," he remonstrated; "it has made your face a little white. Do come into the garden awhile."
"She does look badly," said Mrs. Dale from the top of the steps, contemplating her niece critically. "I declare it puts me out of all patience with her, to see her fretting in this way."
Mrs. Dale was experiencing that curious indignation at a friend"s suffering which expends itself upon the friend; in reality her heart was very tender towards her niece. "She misses the Forsythes," Mrs. Dale continued. "She"s been so occupied with Arabella Forsythe since the accident, she feels as if she had nothing to do."
There was no lack of color in Lois"s face now, which did not escape Gifford"s eye.
"Go, now, and walk with Gifford," said Mrs. Dale coaxingly, as though she were speaking to a child.
Lois shook her head, without looking at him. "I don"t believe I will, if you don"t mind."