"Passed like a glorious roll of drums
Through the triumph of his dream."
He saw, he felt, he enjoyed—what more could his lazy, basking nature crave?
The parting was commonplace enough, a mere clasping of hands, strong, hopeful smiles and good-by. It could not be less, it might outwardly have been more, if the driver had not been there.
"You will come soon."
"Very soon—in a few days."
The carriage, a sort of open landau, began to move, and Reynolds sitting in the rear turned and furtively flung back a kiss.
She was already beginning to grow pale, but she touched her lips with her fingers and waved him adieu with a bright smile.
He kept his eyes upon her, as the distance gradually grew, and, so absorbed was he, it startled him when the vehicle suddenly came to a stand-still.
"Wha' do Gin'l DeKay lib?" called out the driver of a carriage whose way lay opposite to theirs.
"Jis back ya' leetle ways," answered Reynolds' driver.