Section 5. He went back to the house, and after some search he found Corydon down in the woods, whither she had fled to have out her agony.
“Has that woman gone?” she panted, when he came near.
“Yes, dear,” he said. “She’s gone.”
“Oh!” cried Corydon. “How dared she! How dared she!”
“Get up, sweetheart,” said Thyrsis. “The ground is wet.”
“She’s gone off in her automobile!” exclaimed the girl, passionately. “She spent last night at a hotel that charged twelve dollars a day, and then she told me about her washerwoman! Now she’s gone back to her beautiful home, with servants and a governess and a piano and everything else she wants! And she talked to me about ‘occupation’! What right had she to come here and trample on my face?”
“But why did you let her, dearest?”
“How could I help myself? I had no idea—”
“But how did you get started?”
“I’ve nobody to confide in—nobody!” cried Corydon. “And she wanted to know about me—she led me on. I thought she sympathized with me—I thought she understood!”