Part 2 (1/2)
”I shall not ask him.”
”Not even to restore your mother's sight?”
”Not to buy my own life. Besides, the experiment is a doubtful one.”
”Still it is worth making.”
”Yes, under different circ.u.mstances it certainly would be.”
”Have you talked to Mr. Campbell about it?”
”No, because it is useless to discuss the matter.”
”It would be dangerous to go to New Orleans now, I suppose?”
”October or November would be better.”
Again she looked at him very earnestly, then stretched out her little hand.
”Good-bye, Russell. I wish I could do something to help you, to make you less sorrowful.”
He held the slight waxen fingers, and his mouth trembled as he answered--
”Thank you, Miss Huntingdon. I am not sorrowful, but my path in life is not quite so flowery as yours.”
”I wish you would not call me 'Miss Huntingdon' in that stiff, far-off way, as if we were not friends. Or maybe it is a hint that you desire me to address you as Mr. Aubrey. It sounds strange, unnatural, to say anything but Russell.”
She gathered up her books, took the gloves, and went slowly homeward, and Russell returned to his desk with a light in his eyes which, for the remainder of the day, nothing could quench. As Irene ascended the long hill on which Mr. Huntingdon's residence stood, she saw her father's buggy at the door, and as she approached the steps, he came out, drawing on his gloves.
”You are late, Irene. What kept you?”
”I have been shopping a little. Are you going to ride? Take me with you.”
”Going to dine at Mr. Carter's.”
”Why, the sun is almost down now. What time will you come home? I want to ask you something.”
”Not till long after you are asleep.”
The night pa.s.sed very slowly; Irene looked at the clock again and again.
Finally the house became quiet, and at last the crush of wheels on the gravel-walk announced her father's return. He came into the library for a cigar, and, without noticing her, drew his chair to the open window. She approached and put her hand on his shoulder.
”Irene! what is the matter, child?”
”Nothing sir; only I want to ask you something.”
”Well, Queen, what is it?”