“My darling!——”
“I’m so tired,” she breathed, “so lonely.... I shall be—contented—in your arms.... Always——” She turned her head and rested her cheek against his breast with a deep sigh.
He held her in his arms in the car all the way to Foreland Farms. Dulcie, however, had possessed herself of Thessalie’s left hand, and when she stroked it and pressed it to her lips the girl’s tightening fingers responded, and she always smiled.
“I’m just tired and sore,” she explained languidly. “Ferez battered me about so dreadfully!... It was so mortifying. I despised him all the time. It made me furious to be handled by such a contemptible and cowardly creature.”
“It’s a matter for the police, now,” remarked Barres gloomily.
“Oh, Garry!” she exclaimed. “What a very horrid ending to the moonlit way we took together so long ago!—the lovely silvery path of Pierrot!”
“The story of Pierrot is a tragedy, Thessa! We have been luckier on our moonlit way.”
“Than Pierrot and Pierrette?”