hair again, and was swaying back and forth
with her head comfortably leaning back, when the door at last yielded
and Henry Glynn entered. He cast a covertly sharp, comprehensive
glance at Mrs. Brigham with her elaborate calm; at Rebecca quietly
huddled in the corner of the sofa with her handkerchief to her face and
only one small reddened ear as attentive as a dog's uncovered and
revealing her alertness for his presence; at Caroline sitting with a
strained composure in her armchair by the stove. She met his eyes
quite firmly with a look of inscrutable fear, and defiance of the fear
and of him.
Henry Glynn looked more like this sister than the others. Both had the
same hard delicacy of form and feature, both were tall and almost
emaciated, both had a sparse growth of gray blond hair far back from
high intellectual foreheads, both had an almost noble aquilinity of
feature. They confronted each other with the pitiless immovability of
two statues in whose marble lineaments emotions were fixed for all
eternity.
Then Henry Glynn smiled and the smile transformed his face. He looked
suddenly years younger, and an almost boyish recklessness and
irresolution appeared in his face. He flung himself into a chair with
a gesture which was bewildering from its incongruity with his general
appearance. He leaned his head back, flung one leg over the other, and
looked laughingly at Mrs. Brigham.
"I declare, Emma, you grow younger every year," he said.
She flushed a little, and her placid mouth widened at the corners. She
was susceptible to praise.
"Our thoughts to-day ought to belong to the one of us who will NEVER
grow older," said Caroline in a hard voice.
Henry looked at her, still smiling. "Of course, we none of us forget
that," said he, in a deep, gentle voice, "but we have to speak to the
living, Caroline, and I have not seen Emma for a long time, and the
living are as dear as the dead."
"Not to me," said Caroline.
She rose, and went abruptly out of the room again. Rebecca also rose
and hurried after her, sobbing loudly.
Henry looked slowly after them.
"Caroline is completely unstrung," said he. Mrs. Brigham rocked. A
confidence in him inspired by his manner was stealing over her. Out of
that confidence she spoke quite easily and naturally.
"His death was very sudden," said she.
Henry's eyelids quivered slightly but his gaze was unswerving.
"Yes," said he; "it was very sudden. He was sick onl
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