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He
consulted
a
time
-
table
,
found
a
ten
o
’
clock
train
and
reassured
her
.
“
The
moon
rises
so
late
that
it
will
be
dark
by
eight
,
and
we
’
ll
have
over
an
hour
of
it
.
”
Twilight
fell
,
and
lights
began
to
show
along
the
shore
.
The
trolleys
roaring
out
from
Nettleton
became
great
luminous
serpents
coiling
in
and
out
among
the
trees
.
The
wooden
eating
-
houses
at
the
Lake
’
s
edge
danced
with
lanterns
,
and
the
dusk
echoed
with
laughter
and
shouts
and
the
clumsy
splashing
of
oars
.
Harney
and
Charity
had
found
a
table
in
the
corner
of
a
balcony
built
over
the
Lake
,
and
were
patiently
awaiting
an
unattainable
chowder
.
Close
under
them
the
water
lapped
the
piles
,
agitated
by
the
evolutions
of
a
little
white
steamboat
trellised
with
coloured
globes
which
was
to
run
passengers
up
and
down
the
Lake
.
It
was
already
black
with
them
as
it
sheered
off
on
its
first
trip
.
Suddenly
Charity
heard
a
woman
’
s
laugh
behind
her
.
The
sound
was
familiar
,
and
she
turned
to
look
.
A
band
of
showily
dressed
girls
and
dapper
young
men
wearing
badges
of
secret
societies
,
with
new
straw
hats
tilted
far
back
on
their
square
-
clipped
hair
,
had
invaded
the
balcony
and
were
loudly
clamouring
for
a
table
.
The
girl
in
the
lead
was
the
one
who
had
laughed
.
She
wore
a
large
hat
with
a
long
white
feather
,
and
from
under
its
brim
her
painted
eyes
looked
at
Charity
with
amused
recognition
.
“
Say
!
if
this
ain
’
t
like
Old
Home
Week
,
”
she
remarked
to
the
girl
at
her
elbow
;
and
giggles
and
glances
passed
between
them
.
Charity
knew
at
once
that
the
girl
with
the
white
feather
was
Julia
Hawes
.
She
had
lost
her
freshness
,
and
the
paint
under
her
eyes
made
her
face
seem
thinner
;
but
her
lips
had
the
same
lovely
curve
,
and
the
same
cold
mocking
smile
,
as
if
there
were
some
secret
absurdity
in
the
person
she
was
looking
at
,
and
she
had
instantly
detected
it
.
Charity
flushed
to
the
forehead
and
looked
away
.
She
felt
herself
humiliated
by
Julia
’
s
sneer
,
and
vexed
that
the
mockery
of
such
a
creature
should
affect
her
.
She
trembled
lest
Harney
should
notice
that
the
noisy
troop
had
recognized
her
;
but
they
found
no
table
free
,
and
passed
on
tumultuously
.
Presently
there
was
a
soft
rush
through
the
air
and
a
shower
of
silver
fell
from
the
blue
evening
sky
.
In
another
direction
,
pale
Roman
candles
shot
up
singly
through
the
trees
,
and
a
fire
-
haired
rocket
swept
the
horizon
like
a
portent
.
Between
these
intermittent
flashes
the
velvet
curtains
of
the
darkness
were
descending
,
and
in
the
intervals
of
eclipse
the
voices
of
the
crowds
seemed
to
sink
to
smothered
murmurs
.
Charity
and
Harney
,
dispossessed
by
newcomers
,
were
at
length
obliged
to
give
up
their
table
and
struggle
through
the
throng
about
the
boat
-
landings
.
For
a
while
there
seemed
no
escape
from
the
tide
of
late
arrivals
;
but
finally
Harney
secured
the
last
two
places
on
the
stand
from
which
the
more
privileged
were
to
see
the
fireworks
.
The
seats
were
at
the
end
of
a
row
,
one
above
the
other
.
Charity
had
taken
off
her
hat
to
have
an
uninterrupted
view
;
and
whenever
she
leaned
back
to
follow
the
curve
of
some
dishevelled
rocket
she
could
feel
Harney
’
s
knees
against
her
head
.
