She arose as they entered and looked anxiously from one to the other.
Le led his companion up to her and said, in a broken voice:
“She has told me all about it. And yet I do not understand it in the least. See! she wants attention.”
Mrs. Force received the half-fainting girl in her arms, and guided her to a large, cushioned chair, which Le hastened to push forward.
When Odalite was seated and reclining against the high, cushioned back, Le lifted her hand, pressed it to his lips, and turned to leave the room.
Mrs. Force followed him into the hall.
“Where are you going, Le?” she inquired.
“I don’t know—I don’t know! I feel lost! Like Adam turned out of Eden! And without my Eve—without my Eve!” he groaned.
“Bear it like a man, Le! You are very young, and—there are many lovely girls in the world in your reach.”
“Oh, don’t. Aunt Elfrida! don’t! Never mind me! Go in to Odalite—she needs you.”