"That's where Lucy's gone," he said suddenly without moving his head.
Susan's eyes followed his.
"Poor Lucy!" she sighed.
"Why is she poor?"
"Why?" indignantly. "What a question!"
"But why do you call her poor? Is it because she has no money?"
"Of course not. Who was thinking of money? I meant she was unfortunate to run away to such a life with a half-breed."
"She's gone out into the mountains with her lover. I don't call that unfortunate, and I'll bet you she doesn't. She was brave enough to take her life when it came. She was a gallant girl, that Lucy."
"I suppose that's what you'd think."
And in scorn of more words she gave her attention to her skirt, spreading its sodden folds to the heat. Courant clasped his hands behind his head and gazed ruminantly before him.