Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-08-19
CHAPTER vi.

Tempest tortured himself with won
dering whether or not Miss Carew had
heard and how much; II she had
heard. would it affect her, and why +?
That 1t would not to Indifferent to
her he was too versed in women not
to mark. and he read with delight all
that this clear-eyed girl revealed.
IF I could have right to her.
would I be so quick to understand
her? Probably not! 1t is simply be-
cause she is safe from me that am
tortured by a sight of bliss / can
never claim. II things had been SO
that we might have married / dare
say | should have eaten my heart
out with doubt regarding her state of
mind"
During the drive from Penthuen to
Craven over miles swiftly and easily
covered by the heavy-rolling motor
Tempest had not been able very salts
factorily to study his companion. Ex-
element may have blurred his vision;
he several times impatiently passed
his hand across his eyes, straining to
see what change had come to her
face. Once he muttered something
under his breath which she could not
hear-it sounded like an imprecation.
With all his power of making him.
self delightful he filed the short hour
SO perfectly as to leave Miss Carew
no time In which to think and puzzle
and to withdraw from him. He made
her conscious of herself and of him,
and crowded out every possible other
person from her mind.
On leaving her at Ramsdill's he
said nothing whatsoever about seeing
her the following day, and before it
daw1ed he had regretted it.
During the early hours he WAS up
at dawn pacing his bedroom; later
tramping his study, his face towards
the window through which he could
catch the first glimpse Of Miss Carew
when she should appear, he searched
the avenue with the eagerness of one
who waits for a herald.
Over and over again he murmured:
We'll, she has gone! She should have
gone long ago. 1 am quite mad-and
have l dared to dream? Lefty did a
good turn to the child"
He gathered together the manu-
script she had copied in a pile. on
the top sonnet he had written dur
ing the last few days. 1t was half
after ten. good 80 minutes beyond
her hour
I'll give her another hour to won.
der into be Jealous inland to make
up her mind to be late in-then If
she fails me, ! will scatter these
sheets to the wind" He steadfastly
watched the unloveliness of the
changed November atmosphere.
He had been right in his prediction
the phenomenal beauty of the au-
tumn was gone, and England had set
tied down into the early winter
gloom. In another Eve minutes Temp
est saw her coming up the alley to
the terrace steps.
She found him standing by what he
called a sacrificial pile of all their
work. one hand on it, one stretched
out to her. and radiant welcome on
his face:
Il should have waited Just one hour
more" he said, "and then have de-
Rtroyed this stuff, Miss Carew."
Between them there was already
the embarrassment OF intense per-
sonal feeling undeclared. His delight
at her return was too much for her
cempesure. She turned away with
the excuse of taking off her coat and
gloves, and to-day-she. laid aside her
hat-for the first time he saw her
hair tree of covering; it gave him the
pleasure OF thinking her at home in
ais room.