a sudden
change in himself. He was wakening out of an ugly dream. The sight of
the healthy little girl, with her dewy freshness and blue eyes, full of
affection and common sense, cheered and heartened him. He did not know
what was doing it, but he threw up his head and walked vigorously. The
sun shone and the cold wind swept him out into a dim future to begin a
new life.
CHAPTER XVI
George Waldeaux took his mother and boy back to the old homestead in
Delaware. They arrived at night, and early the next morning he rowed
away in his bateau to some of his old haunts in the woods on the bay,
and was seen no more that day.
"He is inconsolable!" his mother told some of her old neighbors who
crowded to welcome her. "His heart is in that grave in Vannes." The
women listened in surprise, for Frances was not in the habit of
exploiting her emotions in words.
"We understood," said one of them, with a sympathetic shake of the
head, "that it was a pure love match. Mrs. George Waldeaux, we heard,
was a French artist of remarkable beauty?"
Frances moved uneasily. "I never thought her--but I can't discuss
Lisa!" She was silent a moment. "But as for her social position"--she
drew herself up stiffly, fixing cold defiant eyes on her
questioner--"as for her social position," she went on resolutely, "she
was descended on one side from an excellent American family, and on the
other from one of the noblest houses in Europe."
When they were gone she hugged little Jacques passionately as he lay on
her lap. "That is settled for you!" she said.
When George came back in the evening, he found her walking with the boy
in her arms on the broad piazzas.
"I really think he knows that he has come home, George!" she exclaimed.
"See how he laughs! And he liked the dogs and horses just as Lisa
thought he would. I am glad it is such a beautiful home for him. Look
at that slope to the bay! There is no nobler park in England! And the
house is as big as most of their palaces, and much more comfortable!"
"Give the child to Colette, mother, and listen to me. Now that I have
settled you and him here, I must go and earn your living."
"Yes."
She followed him into the hall.
"I leave you to-morrow. There is no time to be lost."
"You are going back to art, George?"
"No! Never!"
Frances grew pale. She thought she had torn open his gaping wound.
"I did not mean to remind you of--of----"
"No, it isn't that!"
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