“I don’t know; perhaps so.”
“Don’t you suppose he was sorry?”
“Very likely, but it couldn’t be helped you know, Trolley was determined to live with us.”
“I am glad he did,” said Caro.
She couldn’t ask any more questions for Professor Rice joined them and began to talk to her grandfather, but she could think, and it presently occurred to her that this must be the place that adjoined Marjorie’s orchard. She walked along very soberly, her mind full of the sick man no one ever saw, and the gate that was never opened.
When she and Marjorie went over on the avenue to mail a letter not long after this, Caro asked, “Did you know that your gate opened into the garden of the Grayson house?”
“Why yes, of course. Look Caro! there’s Miss Elizabeth now!”
They were almost at the gate, and as Marjorie spoke a tall, handsome woman crossed the sidewalk and entered the carriage that was waiting for her.
“Doesn’t she look cross!” Marjorie exclaimed.
But Caro was too much impressed with her elegance to consider her expression, which was not cross, by the way, only extremely sad.