[CHAPTER XIII]
DOWN in the street Marguerite almost gave way.
A glance at her face showed Nelson that she was almost at the limit of her strength. He summoned a taxi and put her in.
"Would you like to go to the hotel and lie down a while?" he asked tenderly.
"Oh, no," she said shrinking toward him, "I don't want to be alone now. I can't bear it. I must have someone who belongs. Let's go to some quiet place where we can sit down a little while, or walk where there won't be so many people."
She sank back in the seat and closed her eyes, and Whitney gave the order, "Drive to the Park, and drive around till I tell you to stop."
He got into the taxi, pulled down the shades, and drew her head gently over till it rested on his shoulder.
"Now," said he, "just rest there a few minutes and get calm."
There were hot tears running down her white cheeks.
"That's all right, dear," he said as if he were talking to a little child. "Cry as hard as you can. It'll do you good!"