"I didn"t want to worry you."
"Didn"t you know that I"d want to be worried with anything that pertained to you? What"s a husband for, dearest, if you can"t tell him your troubles?"
"Yes, but a soldier-husband, Derry, is different. You"ve got to keep smiling--"
Her lips trembled and she clung to him. "It is so good to have you here, Derry."
She admitted, later, that she had confided her troubles to her memory book. "There weren"t any big things, really--just missing you and all that--"
He was jealous of the memory book. "I shall read every word of it."
"Not until you come back from the war--and then we can laugh at it together."
They fell into silence after that. With his arms about her he thought that he might not come back, and she clinging to him had the same thought. But neither told the other.
"Do you know," she said at last, sitting up and sticking the hairpins into her crinkled knot. "Do you know that it"s almost time for dinner, and that the General will wonder where I am?"
"I told Bronson not to tell him."
"Oh, really, Derry? Let"s make it a great surprise."
Providentially the General was late. He and the children came home to find the house quite remarkably illumined, and Margaret flushed and excited, and in white.
"Is it a party, Mother?" Teddy asked, lending his shoulder manfully to the General"s hand, as, with the chauffeur on the other side, they helped the old man up the stairs.
"No, but on such a rainy night Bronson and I thought we"d have a little feast. Don"t you think that would be fun?"
The General was tired. "I had planned not to come down again--"
"Please do," she begged,
Bronson, knowing his master"s moods, was on tip-toe with anxiety.
"I"ve your things all laid out, sir."
"Well, well, I"ll see."
Teddy, somewhat out of breath as they reached the top landing was inspired to remark, "We"ll be "spointed if you don"t come down--"
"You want me, eh?"
"Yes, I do. There isn"t any other man--"
The General chuckled. "Well, that"s reason enough--. You can count on me, Ted, for masculine support."
The table was laid for six. Teddy appearing presently in the dining room pointed out the fact to Bronson, who was taking a last look.
"Is Margaret-Mary coming down?"
"She may later, for the sweets."
"Those aren"t her spoons and forks."
"Well, well," said Bronson, "so they aren"t"; but he did not have them changed.
The General in his dinner coat, perfectly groomed, immaculate, found Jean in rose and silver waiting for him.
"How gay we are," he said, and pinched her cheek.
Teddy in white linen and patent leathers also approved. "You"ve got on your spangly dwess, and it makes you pwetty--"
"Oh, Ted, is it just my clothes that make me pretty?"
"I didn"t mean that. Only tonight you"re so nice and--shining."
She shone, indeed, with such effulgence, that it was a wonder that the General did not suspect. But he did not, even when she said, "We have a surprise for you."
"For me, my dear?"
"Yes. A parcel--it came this afternoon. We want you to untie the string."
"Where is it?" Teddy demanded.
"On the table in the blue room."
Teddy rushed in ahead of the rest, came back and reported, "It"s a big one."
It was a big one, cone-shaped and tied up in brown paper. It was set on a heavy carved table, a length of tapestry was under it and hid the legs of the table.
"It looks like a small tree," the General remarked. "But why all this air of mystery?"
He was plainly bored by the fuss they were making. He was tired, and he wanted his dinner.
But Jean, in an excited voice, was telling him to cut the string, and Bronson was handing him a knife.
And then--the paper dropped and everybody was laughing, and Teddy was screaming wildly and he was staring at the khaki-clad upper half of a tall young soldier whose silver-blond hair was clipped close, and whose hand went up in salute.
"It"s Cousin Derry. It"s Cousin Derry," Teddy was shouting, and Margaret-Mary piped up, "It"s Tousin Dee."
Derry stepped out from behind the table, where leaning forward and wrapped up he had lent himself to the illusion, and put both hands on the General"s shoulders. "Glad to see me, Dad?"
"Glad; my dear boy--" It was almost too much for him.
Yet as supported by his son"s arm, they went a moment later into the dining room, he had a sense of renewed strength in the youth and vigor of this youth who was bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. If his own feet could not march here were feet which would march for him.
There were flowers on the table, most extravagantly, for these war times, orchids; and there were tall white candles in silver holders.
Jean shining between the candles was a wonder for the world to gaze upon. Derry couldn"t keep his eyes off her. This was no longer a little nun of the Toy Shop, yet he held the vision of the little nun in his heart, lest he should forget that she had suffered.
He talked to them all. But beating like a wave against his consciousness was always the thought of Jean. Of the things he had to tell her which he could tell to no one else. He knew now that he could reveal to her the depths of his nature. He had withheld so much, fearing to crush her b.u.t.terfly wings, but she was not a b.u.t.terfly.