"And now my dear," Lillian spoke briskly, "just lean your head against my shoulder, shut your eyes, and try to rest for a little; I know that sand with a rain coat covering doesn"t make the most comfortable couch in the world, but I think I can hold you so that you may be able to take a tiny nap."
What d.i.c.ky surmised concerning the events of the afternoon, I do not know. He must have known that the girl was madly in love with him.
Something had happened to put an end to the infatuation into which he had been slipping so rapidly.
Had he become tired of the girl"s open pursuit of him? Had he guessed to what lengths her desperation had driven her? Had the shock of my narrow escape from drowning startled him into a fresh realization of his love for me?
I felt too weak even to guess the solution of the riddle. All I wanted to do was to nestle close to d.i.c.ky"s side, to be taken care of and petted like a baby.
The ride home through the sunset was a quiet one. To me it was one of the happiest hours of my life.
d.i.c.ky, fussing over me as if I were a fragile piece of china, sat in the most sheltered corner of the boat, and held me securely against him, protecting me with his arm from any sudden lurch or jolt the boat might give.
Seemingly by a tacit agreement, the others of the party left us to ourselves. They talked in subdued tones, apparently unwilling to spoil the wonderful beauty of the twilight ride home with much conversation.
When the boat landed, Harry Underwood, at d.i.c.ky"s suggestion, telephoned for taxis to meet the little trolley, upon which we journeyed from the beach to Crest Haven. One of these bore the Durkees and Grace Draper to their homes; the other was to carry Harry and Lillian, with d.i.c.ky and me, to the old Brennan house.
Dr. Pett.i.t, who was to take a train back to the city, came up to us after we were seated in the taxi:
"I would advise that you go directly to bed, Mrs. Graham," he said, with his most professional air. "You have had an unusual shock, and rest is the one imperative thing."
I felt that common courtesy demanded that I extend an invitation to the physician to call at our home when next he came to Marvin, but fear of d.i.c.ky"s possible displeasure tied my tongue. I could not do anything to jeopardize the happiness so newly restored to me.
To my great surprise, however, d.i.c.ky impulsively extended his hand and smiled upon the young physician:
"Thanks ever so much, old man," he said cordially, "for the way you pulled the little lady through this afternoon. Don"t forget to come to see us when next you"re in Marvin."
I was tucked safely into d.i.c.ky"s bed, which he insisted on my sharing, saying that he could take care of me better there than in my own room, when he gave me the explanation of his cordiality.
"I"m not particularly stuck on that doctor chap," he said, tucking the coverlet about me with awkward tenderness, "but I"m so thankful tonight I just can"t be sour on anybody."
"Sweetheart, sweetheart!" He put his cheek to mine. "To think how nearly I lost you!" And my heart echoed the exclamation could not speak aloud:
"Ah! d.i.c.ky, to think how nearly I lost YOU."
XXVIII
A DARK NIGHT AND A TROUBLED DAWN
"How many more trains are there tonight?"
Lillian Underwood"s voice was sharp with anxiety. My voice reflected worry, as I answered her query.
"Two, one at 12:30, and the last, until morning, 2 o"clock."
"Well, I suppose we might as well lie down and get some sleep. They probably will be out on the last train."
"You don"t suppose," I began, then stopped.
"That they"ve slipped off the water wagon?" Lillian returned grimly.
"That"s just what I"m afraid of. We will know in a little while, anyway. Harry will begin to telephone me, and keep it up until he gets too lazy to remember the number. Come on, let"s get off these clothes and get into comfortable negligees. We probably shall have a long night of worry before us."
I obeyed her suggestion, but I was wild with an anxiety which Lillian did not suspect. My question, which she had finished for me, had not meant what she had thought at all. In fact, until she spoke of it, that possibility had not occurred to me.
It was a far different fear that was gripping me. I was afraid that Grace Draper had failed to keep the bargain she had made with Lillian to keep out of d.i.c.ky"s way, in return for Lillian"s silence concerning the Draper girl"s mad attempt to drown me during our "desert island picnic."
Whether or not my narrow escape from death had brought d.i.c.ky to a realization of what we meant to each other, I could not tell. At any rate, he never had been more my royal lover than in the five days since my accident. Indeed, since that day he had made but one trip to the city beside this with Harry Underwood, the return from which we were so anxiously awaiting. When the men left in the morning they had told us not to plan dinner at home, but to be ready to accompany them to a nearby resort for a "sh.o.r.e dinner," as they were coming out on the 5 o"clock train. No wonder that at 10:30 Lillian and I were both anxious and irritated.
d.i.c.ky"s behavior toward me, since death so nearly gripped me, certainly had given me no reason to doubt that his infatuation for Grace Draper was at an end. But no one except myself knew how apparently strong her hold had been on d.i.c.ky through the weeks of the late summer, nor how ruthless her own mad pa.s.sion for him was. Had she reconsidered her bargain? Was she making one last attempt to regain her hold upon d.i.c.ky?
The telephone suddenly rang out its insistent summons. I ran to it, but Lillian brushed past me and took the receiver from my trembling hand.
I sank down on the stairs and clutched the stair rail tightly with both hands to keep from falling.
"Yes, yes, this is Lil, Harry. What"s the matter?
"Seriously?
"Where are you?
"Yes, we were coming, anyway. Yes, we"ll bring Miss Draper"s sister.
Don"t bother to meet us. We"ll take a taxi straight from the station."
Staggering with terror, I caught her hand, and prevented her putting the receiver back on its hook.
"Is d.i.c.ky dead?" I demanded.
"No, no, child," she said soothingly.
"I don"t believe it," I cried, maddened at my own fear. "Call him to the "phone. Let me hear his voice myself, then I"ll believe you."
She took the receiver out of my grip, put it back upon the hook, and grasped my hands firmly, holding them as she would those of a hysterical child.
"See here, Madge," she said sternly, "d.i.c.ky is very much alive, but he is hurt slightly and needs you. We have barely time to get Mrs. Gorman and that train. Hurry and get ready."
d.i.c.ky"s eager eyes looked up from his white face into mine. His voice, weak, but thrilling with the old love note, repeated my name over and over, as if he could not say it enough.
I sank on my knees beside the bed in which d.i.c.ky lay. I realized in a hazy sort of fashion that the room must be Harry Underwood"s own bed chamber, but I spent no time in conjecture. All my being was fused in the one joyous certainty that d.i.c.ky was alive and in my arms, and that I had been a.s.sured he would get well. I laid my face against his cheek, shifted my arms so that no weight should rest against his bandaged left shoulder, which, at my first glimpse of it, had caused me to shudder involuntarily.
"If you only knew how awful I felt about this," d.i.c.ky murmured, contritely, and, as I raised my eyes to look at him, his own contracted as with pain.
"It"s a fine mess I"ve brought you into by my carelessness this summer, but I swear I didn"t dream--"