But I saw that he did not understand.
How few there are who realy understand! How many of us, as I, stand thirsty in the market place, holding out a cup for a kind word or for some one who sees below the surface, and recieve nothing but indiference!
On Tuesday the Grays went to their country house, and Tom came over to say good-bye. Jane had told him he could come, as the Familey would be out.
The thought of the coming seperation, although but for four days, caused me deep greif. Although engaged for only a short time, already I felt how it feels to know that in the vicinaty is some one dearer than Life itself. I felt I must speak to some one, so I observed to Hannah that I was most unhappy, but not to ask me why. I was dressing at the time, and she was hooking me up.
“Unhappy!” she said, “with a thousand dollars a year, and naturaly curly hair! You ought to be ashamed, Miss Bab.”
“What is money, or even hair?” I asked, “when one’s Heart aches?”
“I guess it’s your stomache and not your Heart,” she said. “With all the candy you eat. If you’d take a dose of magnezia to-night, Miss Bab, with some orange juice to take the taste away, you’d feel better right off.”
I have frequently wondered how it would feel to be going down a staircase, dressed in one’s best frock, low neck and no sleaves, to some loved one lurking below, preferably in evening clothes, although not necesarily so. To move statuesqly and yet tenderly, apearing indiferent but inwardly seathing, while below pasionate eyes looked up as I floated down.
However, Tom had not put on evening dress, his clothes being all packed. He was taking one of father’s cigars as I entered the library, and he looked very tall and adolesent, although thin. He turned and seeing me, observed: