“You see?” said Eve, with trembling lips.
“Yes,” answered Paul, watching the quivering motion. “We haven’t had our walk, Eve; remember that.”
“I can come out again. After we have got her back.”
Cicely had ceased speaking. She turned and searched Eve’s face with eyes that dwelt and lingered. “How happy you look, Eve! And yet I am sure you have no right to be happy, I am sure there is some reason—The trouble is that I can’t remember what it is! Perhaps it will come to me yet,” she added, threateningly.
Paul, drew her away; he took her back to the camp.
That evening, Eve came to him on the beach.
“Do you love me? Do you love me the same as ever?” she said.
“Do you think I have had time to change since afternoon?” he asked, laughing.
And then life came back to the woman by his side, came in the red that flushed her cheeks and her white throat, in her revived breath.