“Forgive me, Lawrence, if I have said too much; I am in trouble; you will help me, will you not?”
“Yes, I will do anything I can for you,” he answered. “Have you made any plans?”
She shook her head slowly.
“No; I don’t know what I am to do. I can’t live alone, and there’s no one here I can live with. They don’t know me and yet think they do, and they expect me to be always playing the character they have invented for me. I’m tired to death, and I want you to tell me what to do.”
He sat with her awhile longer, then went away, and thought of her all night, and went back to her in the morning.
Loramer made him a visit soon after that. They sat up late together. When they were separating at Loramer’s door, he laid his arm across Enfield’s shoulder, and they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Are you going to marry Cora Brainard, Lawrence?” he asked.
“Yes.”
They continued to look at each other for a long breath.
“Are my eyes sound?” asked Enfield, but neither smiled.