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“
Last
trip
up
the
Lake
,
”
a
megaphone
bellowed
from
the
wharf
;
and
the
lights
of
the
little
steam
-
boat
came
dancing
out
of
the
darkness
.
“
No
use
waiting
here
;
shall
we
run
up
the
Lake
?
”
Harney
suggested
.
They
pushed
their
way
back
to
the
edge
of
the
water
just
as
the
gang
-
plank
lowered
from
the
white
side
of
the
boat
.
The
electric
light
at
the
end
of
the
wharf
flashed
full
on
the
descending
passengers
,
and
among
them
Charity
caught
sight
of
Julia
Hawes
,
her
white
feather
askew
,
and
the
face
under
it
flushed
with
coarse
laughter
.
As
she
stepped
from
the
gang
-
plank
she
stopped
short
,
her
dark
-
ringed
eyes
darting
malice
.
“
Hullo
,
Charity
Royall
!
”
she
called
out
;
and
then
,
looking
back
over
her
shoulder
:
“
Didn
’
t
I
tell
you
it
was
a
family
party
?
Here
’
s
grandpa
’
s
little
daughter
come
to
take
him
home
!
”
A
snigger
ran
through
the
group
;
and
then
,
towering
above
them
,
and
steadying
himself
by
the
hand
-
rail
in
a
desperate
effort
at
erectness
,
Mr
.
Royall
stepped
stiffly
ashore
.
Like
the
young
men
of
the
party
,
he
wore
a
secret
society
emblem
in
the
buttonhole
of
his
black
frock
-
coat
.
His
head
was
covered
by
a
new
Panama
hat
,
and
his
narrow
black
tie
,
half
undone
,
dangled
down
on
his
rumpled
shirt
-
front
.
His
face
,
a
livid
brown
,
with
red
blotches
of
anger
and
lips
sunken
in
like
an
old
man
’
s
,
was
a
lamentable
ruin
in
the
searching
glare
.
He
was
just
behind
Julia
Hawes
,
and
had
one
hand
on
her
arm
;
but
as
he
left
the
gang
-
plank
he
freed
himself
,
and
moved
a
step
or
two
away
from
his
companions
.
He
had
seen
Charity
at
once
,
and
his
glance
passed
slowly
from
her
to
Harney
,
whose
arm
was
still
about
her
.
He
stood
staring
at
them
,
and
trying
to
master
the
senile
quiver
of
his
lips
;
then
he
drew
himself
up
with
the
tremulous
majesty
of
drunkenness
,
and
stretched
out
his
arm
.
“
You
whore
—
you
damn
—
bare
-
headed
whore
,
you
!
”
he
enunciated
slowly
.
There
was
a
scream
of
tipsy
laughter
from
the
party
,
and
Charity
involuntarily
put
her
hands
to
her
head
.
She
remembered
that
her
hat
had
fallen
from
her
lap
when
she
jumped
up
to
leave
the
stand
;
and
suddenly
she
had
a
vision
of
herself
,
hatless
,
dishevelled
,
with
a
man
’
s
arm
about
her
,
confronting
that
drunken
crew
,
headed
by
her
guardian
’
s
pitiable
figure
The
picture
filled
her
with
shame
.
She
had
known
since
childhood
about
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
“
habits
”
:
had
seen
him
,
as
she
went
up
to
bed
,
sitting
morosely
in
his
office
,
a
bottle
at
his
elbow
;
or
coming
home
,
heavy
and
quarrelsome
,
from
his
business
expeditions
to
Hepburn
or
Springfield
;
but
the
idea
of
his
associating
himself
publicly
with
a
band
of
disreputable
girls
and
bar
-
room
loafers
was
new
and
dreadful
to
her
.
“
Oh
—
—
”
she
said
in
a
gasp
of
misery
;
and
releasing
herself
from
Harney
’
s
arm
she
went
straight
up
to
Mr
.
Royall
.
