"Wipe your eyes, Best of all. We're going to have some tea. Can you look like some one with a—with a nervous breakdown?"
"Quite easily. Isn't that just what I have had?"
Mary was defter than Eliza and apparently less curious, and while she came and went they talked, like the outfitter and his friend, about the crops; but when she had gone Zebedee moved the table to the side of Helen's chair, so that, as long ago, no part of her should be concealed.
"Yes," he said, looking down, "but I like you better in your grey frocks."
"Do you? Do you? I'm glad," she said, but she did not tell him why. Her eyes were shining, and he found her no less beautiful for their reddened rims. "You are the most wonderful person in the world," she said. "It was unkind of me to come, wasn't it?"
"No, dear. Nothing is unkind when you do it."
"But it was, Zebedee. Because I'm going back, after all."
"I knew you would."
"Did you? I must, you know."
"Yes," he said, "I know. Helen, that girl—Daniel's in love with her."