He left the hall door open, still miserably hoping, scorning himself, but lagging on the stairs. As he reached the street door he heard her close her own with a crash and bolt it.
It was after midnight,—and after she had finished crying,—that the girl began to undress.
Once she thought she heard him return,—thought she heard his voice at her door, calling her; and her eyes flamed.
But on her pillow she began to cry again, soundlessly, one arm flung across her face.
Eris, daughter of Discord....
CHAPTER XXII
COLTFOOT had a short note from Annan asking him to lunch. He called up, saying that he couldn’t get away until afternoon.
When he did arrive at No. 3 Governor’s Place, Mrs. Sniffen said that Mr. Annan was lying down—that for the last two weeks he had not seemed to be very well.