He had driven on steadily for a time, and had then said, “I never wanted you to marry him.”
“Why not, Baldy?”
He turned his lighted-up eyes upon her. “Janey—I wanted you to have your—dreams——”
She had laid her hand on his arm in a swift caress. “You’re a darling——” and after a while, “Nothing can take us from each other, ever, Baldy.”
Never had they drawn closer in spirit than at this moment. But they said very little about it. When they came to the house, Baldy went at once to the garage. “I’ll answer that letter, and put in a good afternoon looking over my sketches.” He did not tell her how gray the day stretched ahead of him—that golden day which had started with high hopes.
Jane changed to a loose straight frock of orange cotton, and without a hat, feeling actual physical freedom in the breaking of her bonds, she swung along the path to the little grove. It was aromatic with the warm scent of the pines, and there was a cool shade in the heart of it. Jane had brought a bag of stockings to mend, and sat down to her homely task, smiling a little as she thought of the contrast between this afternoon and yesterday, when she had sat on the rim of the fountain and watched Adelaide and the peacock. She had no feeling of rancor against Adelaide. She was aware only of a great thankfulness.
She was, indeed, at the moment, steeped in divine content. Here was the place where she belonged. She had a sense of blissful escape.
Merrymaid came down the path, her tail a plume. The kitten followed. A bronze butterfly floated across their vision, and they leaped for it—but it went above them—joyously towards the open blue of the sky. The two cats gazed after it, then composed themselves carefully like a pair of miniature lions—their paws in front of them, sleepy-eyed but alert for more butterflies, or for Jane’s busy thread.
And it was thus that Towne found her. Convinced that the house was empty, he had started towards Baldy’s studio. Then down the vista of the pine grove, his eye had been caught by a spot of golden color. He had followed it.
She laid down her work and looked up at him. “You shouldn’t have come.”