[CHAPTER IX.]
THE ACTOR MAKES HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES.
"Go! let me pray, pray to forget thee!
Woe worth the day, false one, I met thee!
Ever till then, careless and free, love,
Never again thus shall I be, love.
Through my soul's sleep thine the voice breaking,
Long shall I weep, weep its awaking,
Weep for the day when first I met thee,
Then let me pray, pray to forget thee!"
Two more days passed by, and still Geraldine heard nothing of Harry Hawthorne.
"Is it not strange—the way he has acted?" she said, at last, to Cissy, who answered:
"Yes; he has behaved so shabbily that you ought to put him out of your thoughts, dear."
"Oh, Cissy, do you believe that he never meant to come? That he was unworthy?" almost piteously.
"I'm afraid so, Geraldine, for even if something had happened to keep him away that evening, he has had ample time to explain and apologize since then; but he has not done so, and it looks as if he was a sad flirt, and only amused himself with you for the time, without giving you another thought since he left you."