it hurt, none the less. She had said that she had not known he wanted love. How should she have guessed it?
But the real thing that tortured him most was the fact that he wanted her, her, her. She had been his, his woman. No other woman in this broad earth could take her place.
A little sound like a groan escaped him.
'You'll think of me sometimes, my girl, won't you?' he said huskily.
'I don't suppose I shall be able to help it.' She smiled at him over her shoulder, as she crossed the room to restore her basket to its place.
'I was an ignorant, uneducated man. I didn't know how to treat you properly. I wanted to make you happy, but I didn't seem to know just how to do it.'
'You've never been unkind to me, Frank. You've been very patient with me!'
'I guess you'll be happier away from me, though. And I'll be able to think that you're warm and comfortable and at home, and that you've plenty to eat.'
'Do you think that's all I want?' she suddenly flashed at him.
He gave her a quick glance and looked away immediately.
'I couldn't expect you to stay on here, not when you've got a chance of going back to the old country. This life is all new to you. You know that one.'
'Oh, yes, I know it: I should think I did!' She gave a little mirthless laugh, and went over to her chair again.
'At eight o'clock every morning a maid will bring me tea and hot water. And I shall get up, and I shall have breakfast. And, presently, I shall interview the cook, and I shall order luncheon and dinner. And I shall brush the coats of Mrs. Hubbard's little dogs and take them for a walk on the common. All the paths on the common are asphalted, so that elderly gentlemen and lady's companions shan't get their feet wet.'
'Gee, what a life!'
She hardly gave him time for his exclamation. As she went on, mirth, scorn, hatred and dismay came into her voice, but she was unconscious of it. For the moment, everything else was forgotten but the vivid picture which memory conjured up for her and which she so graphically described.
'And then, I shall come in and lunch, and after luncheon I shall go for a drive: one day we will turn to the right and one day we will turn to the left. And then I shall have tea. And then I shall go out again on the neat asphalt paths to give the dogs another walk. And then I shall change my dress and come down to dinner. And after dinner I shall play bezique with my employer; only I must take care not to beat her, because she doesn't like being beaten. And at ten o'clock I shall go to bed.'
A wave of stifling recollection choked her for a moment so that she could not go on. Presently she had herself once more in hand.
'At eight o'clock next morning a maid will bring in my tea and hot water, and the day will begin again. Each day will be like every other day. And, can you believe it, there are hundreds of women in England, strong and capable, with red blood in their veins, who would be eager to get this place which is offered to me. Almost a lady--and thirty-five pounds a year!'
She did not look toward him, or she would have seen a look of wonder, of comprehension and of hope pass in turn over his face.
'It seems a bit different from the life you've had here,' he said, looking out through the open doorway as if to point his meaning.
'And you,' she said, turning her eyes upon him, 'you will be clearing the scrub, cutting down trees, plowing the land, sowing and reaping. Every day you will be fighting something, frost, hail or weed. You will be fighting and I will know that you must conquer in the end. Where was wilderness will be cultivated land. And who knows what starving child may eat the bread that has been made from the wheat that you have grown!
'What do you mean? Nora, Nora!' he said more to himself than to her.
'While I was talking to Mrs. Sharp just now, I didn't know what I was saying. I was just trying to comfort her when she
