“Then will you shake hands for good-by?” She felt his hand in hers: it was nerveless, reluctant.
“Good-by,” she repeated. “I understand now.”
She opened the door and passed out into the hall. As she did so, Arment took an impulsive step forward; but just then the footman, who was evidently alive to his obligations, advanced from the background to let her out. She heard Arment fall back. The footman threw open the door, and she found herself outside in the darkness.
The End of The Reckoning
VERSE
BOTTICELLI’S MADONNA IN THE LOUVRE.
What strange presentiment, O Mother, lies
On thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,
Forefeeling the Light’s terrible eclipse
On Calvary, as if love made thee wise,
And thou couldst read in those dear infant eyes
The sorrow that beneath their smiling sleeps,
And guess what bitter tears a mother weeps
When the cross darkens her unclouded skies?
Sad Lady, if some mother, passing thee,
Should feel a throb of thy foreboding pain,
And think—“My child at home clings so to me,
With the same smile... and yet in vain, in vain,
Since even this Jesus died on Calvary”—
Say to her then: “He also rose again.”