“She shook her head again.
“‘Please don’t.’
“He climbed slowly into the car, legs weighted, he said. He looked back as he gathered speed on the hard road. She was walking too slowly it seemed to him—her head too low——
“But everywhere were the steeples of fame and fortune to come if he were unhampered; if he could be always indifferent. The west had red streaks—— He drove away.”
“Oh, I hate the man!” cried Janet, indignantly. “It’s just like him! What became of her?”
“There she is now, at the end of the room,” said Kent, smiling at the evident astonishment of the group around him.
Eric Hall’s wife was lifting her coffee cup and laughing. Her filmy sleeves fell away from perfect arms; a jewel flashed from a tiny silver band in her hair. She was clearly the loveliest, the most distinguished woman there.
They stared at her.
“But you just said that he drove away!” some one exclaimed in amazement. “That was the drama of your story!”