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Ever
since
their
meeting
at
the
Creston
pool
he
had
been
subject
to
these
brooding
silences
,
which
were
as
different
as
possible
from
the
pauses
when
they
ceased
to
speak
because
words
were
needless
.
At
such
times
his
face
wore
the
expression
she
had
seen
on
it
when
she
had
looked
in
at
him
from
the
darkness
and
again
there
came
over
her
a
sense
of
the
mysterious
distance
between
them
;
but
usually
his
fits
of
abstraction
were
followed
by
bursts
of
gaiety
that
chased
away
the
shadow
before
it
chilled
her
.
She
was
still
thinking
of
the
ten
dollars
he
had
handed
to
the
driver
of
the
run
-
about
.
It
had
given
them
twenty
minutes
of
pleasure
,
and
it
seemed
unimaginable
that
anyone
should
be
able
to
buy
amusement
at
that
rate
.
With
ten
dollars
he
might
have
bought
her
an
engagement
ring
;
she
knew
that
Mrs
.
Tom
Fry
’
s
,
which
came
from
Springfield
,
and
had
a
diamond
in
it
,
had
cost
only
eight
seventy
-
five
.
But
she
did
not
know
why
the
thought
had
occurred
to
her
.
Harney
would
never
buy
her
an
engagement
ring
:
they
were
friends
and
comrades
,
but
no
more
.
He
had
been
perfectly
fair
to
her
:
he
had
never
said
a
word
to
mislead
her
.
She
wondered
what
the
girl
was
like
whose
hand
was
waiting
for
his
ring
.
.
.
.
Boats
were
beginning
to
thicken
on
the
Lake
and
the
clang
of
incessantly
arriving
trolleys
announced
the
return
of
the
crowds
from
the
ball
-
field
.
The
shadows
lengthened
across
the
pearl
-
grey
water
and
two
white
clouds
near
the
sun
were
turning
golden
.
On
the
opposite
shore
men
were
hammering
hastily
at
a
wooden
scaffolding
in
a
field
.
Charity
asked
what
it
was
for
.
“
Why
,
the
fireworks
.
I
suppose
there
’
ll
be
a
big
show
.
”
Harney
looked
at
her
and
a
smile
crept
into
his
moody
eyes
.
“
Have
you
never
seen
any
good
fireworks
?
”
“
Miss
Hatchard
always
sends
up
lovely
rockets
on
the
Fourth
,
”
she
answered
doubtfully
.
“
Oh
—
—
”
his
contempt
was
unbounded
.
“
I
mean
a
big
performance
like
this
,
illuminated
boats
,
and
all
the
rest
.
”
She
flushed
at
the
picture
.
“
Do
they
send
them
up
from
the
Lake
,
too
?
”
“
Rather
.
Didn
’
t
you
notice
that
big
raft
we
passed
?
It
’
s
wonderful
to
see
the
rockets
completing
their
orbits
down
under
one
’
s
feet
.
”
She
said
nothing
,
and
he
put
the
oars
into
the
rowlocks
.
“
If
we
stay
we
’
d
better
go
and
pick
up
something
to
eat
.
”
“
But
how
can
we
get
back
afterwards
?
”
she
ventured
,
feeling
it
would
break
her
heart
if
she
missed
it
.
