Suddenly Sara Lee was very happy. All her doubts were swept away by his voice, his arms. There was no thrill for her in his caress, but there were peace and quiet joy. It was enough for her, just then, that she had brought back some of the happiness she had robbed him of.
"Oh, Harvey!" she said. "I"m glad to be back again--with you."
He held her off then and looked at her.
"You are thin," he said. "You"re not pale, but you are thin." And in a harder voice: "What did they do to you over there?"
But he did not wait for a reply. He did not seem to want one. He picked up her bag, and guiding her by the elbow, piloted her through the crowd.
"A lot of folks wanted to come and meet you," he said, "but I steered them off. You"d have thought Roosevelt was coming to town the way they"ve been calling up."
"To meet me?"
"I expect the Ladies" Aid Society wanted to get into the papers again,"
he said rather grimly. "They are merry little advertisers, all right."
"I don"t think that, Harvey."
"Well, I do," he said, and brought her to a stop facing a smart little car, very new, very gay.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"Like it? Why, it"s not yours, is it?"
"Surest thing you know. Or, rather, it"s ours. Had a few war babies, and they grew up."
Sara Lee looked at it, and for just an instant, a rather sickening instant, she saw Henri"s shattered low car, battle-scarred and broken.
"It"s--lovely," said Sara Lee. And Harvey found no fault with her tone.
Sara Lee had intended to go to Anna"s, for a time at least. But she found that Belle was expecting her and would not take no.
"She"s moved the baby in with the others," Harvey explained as he took the wheel. "Wait until you see your room. I knew we"d be buying furniture soon, so I fixed it up."
He said nothing for a time. He was new to driving a car, and the traffic engrossed him. But when they had reached a quieter neighborhood he put a hand over hers.
"Good G.o.d, how I"ve been hungry for you!" he said. "I guess I was pretty nearly crazy sometimes." He glanced at her apprehensively, but if she knew his connection with her recall she showed no resentment. As a matter of fact there was in his voice something that reminded her of Henri, the same deeper note, almost husky.
She was, indeed, asking herself very earnestly what was there in her of all people that should make two men care for her as both Henri and Harvey cared. In the humility of all modest women she was bewildered. It made her rather silent and a little sad. She was so far from being what they thought her.
Harvey, stealing a moment from the car to glance at her, saw something baffling in her face.
"Do you still care, Sara Lee?" he asked almost diffidently. "As much as ever?"
"I have come back to you," she said after an imperceptible pause.
"Well, I guess that"s the answer."
He drew a deep satisfied breath. "I used to think of you over there, and all those foreigners in uniform strutting about, and it almost got me, some times."
And again, as long before, he read into her pa.s.sivity his own pa.s.sion, and was deeply content.
Belle was waiting on the small front porch. There was an anxious frown on her face, and she looked first, not at Sara Lee, but at Harvey. What she saw there evidently satisfied her, for the frown disappeared. She kissed Sara Lee impulsively.
All that afternoon, much to Harvey"s resentment, Sara Lee received callers. The Ladies" Aid came en ma.s.se and went out to the dining-room and there had tea and cake. Harvey disappeared when they came.
"You are back," he said, "and safe, and all that. But it"s not their fault. And I"ll be hanged if I"ll stand round and listen to them."
He got his hat and then, finding her alone in a back hall for a moment, reverted uneasily to the subject.
"There are two sides to every story," he said. "They"re going to knife me this afternoon, all right. d.a.m.ned hypocrites! You just keep your head, and I"ll tell you my side of it later."
"Harvey," she said slowly, "I want to know now just what you did. I"m not angry. I"ve never been angry. But I ought to know."
It was a very one-sided story that Harvey told her, standing in the little back hall, with Belle"s children hanging over the staircase and begging for cake. Yet in the main it was true. He had reached his limit of endurance. She was in danger, as the photograph plainly showed.
And a fellow had a right to fight for his own happiness.
"I wanted you back, that"s all," he ended. And added an anticlimax by pa.s.sing a plate of sliced jelly roll through the stair rail to the clamoring children.
Sara Lee stood there for a moment after he had gone. He was right, or at least he had been within his rights. She had never even heard of the new doctrine of liberty for women. There was nothing in her training to teach her revolt. She was engaged to Harvey; already, potentially, she belonged to him. He had interfered with her life, but he had had the right to interfere.
And also there was in the back of her mind a feeling that was almost guilt. She had let Henri tell her he loved her. She had even kissed him. And there had been many times in the little house when Harvey, for days at a time, had not even entered her thoughts. There was, therefore, a very real tenderness in the face she lifted for his good-by kiss.
To Belle in the front hall Harvey gave a firm order.
"Don"t let any reporters in," he said warningly. "This is strictly our affair. It"s a private matter. It"s n.o.body"s business what she did over there. She"s home. That"s all that matters."
Belle a.s.sented, but she was uneasy. She knew that Harvey was unreasonably, madly jealous of Sara Lee"s work at the little house of mercy, and she knew him well enough to know that sooner or later he would show that jealousy. She felt, too, that the girl should have been allowed her small triumph without interference. There had been interference enough already. But it was easier to yield to Harvey than to argue with him.
It was rather a worried Belle who served tea that afternoon in her dining room, with Mrs. Gregory pouring; the more uneasy, because already she divined a change in Sara Lee. She was as lovely as ever, even lovelier.
But she had a poise, a steadiness, that were new; and silences in which, to Belle"s shrewd eyes, she seemed to be weighing things.
Reporters clamored to see Sara Lee that day, and, failing to see her, telephoned Harvey at his office to ask if it was true that she had been decorated by the King. He was short to the point of affront.
"I haven"t heard anything about it," he snapped. "And I wouldn"t say if I had. But it"s not likely. What d"you fellows think she was doing anyhow? Leading a charge? She was running a soup kitchen. That"s all."
He hung up the receiver with a jerk, but shortly after that he fell to pacing his small office. She had not said anything about being decorated, but the reporters had said it had been in a London newspaper. If she had not told him that, there were probably many things she had not told him. But of course there had been very little time. He would see if she mentioned it that night.
Sara Lee had had a hard day. The children loved her. In the intervals of calls they crawled over her, and the littlest one called her Saralie.
She held the child in her arms close.
"Saralie!" said the child, over and over; "Saralie! That"s your name.
I love your name."
And there came, echoing in her ears, Henri and his tender Saralie.
There was an oppression on her too. Her very bedroom thrust on her her approaching marriage. This was her own furniture, for her new home. It was beautiful, simple and good. But she was not ready for marriage. She had been too close to the great struggle to be prepared to think in terms of peace so soon. Perhaps, had she dared to look deeper than that, she would have found something else, a something she had not counted on.