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On
the
morrow
of
the
day
when
she
had
shown
him
the
way
to
the
deserted
house
he
had
packed
up
and
left
Creston
River
for
Boston
;
but
at
the
first
station
he
had
jumped
on
the
train
with
a
hand
-
bag
and
scrambled
up
into
the
hills
.
For
two
golden
rainless
August
weeks
he
had
camped
in
the
house
,
getting
eggs
and
milk
from
the
solitary
farm
in
the
valley
,
where
no
one
knew
him
,
and
doing
his
cooking
over
a
spirit
-
lamp
.
He
got
up
every
day
with
the
sun
,
took
a
plunge
in
a
brown
pool
he
knew
of
,
and
spent
long
hours
lying
in
the
scented
hemlock
-
woods
above
the
house
,
or
wandering
along
the
yoke
of
the
Eagle
Ridge
,
far
above
the
misty
blue
valleys
that
swept
away
east
and
west
between
the
endless
hills
.
And
in
the
afternoon
Charity
came
to
him
.
With
part
of
what
was
left
of
her
savings
she
had
hired
a
bicycle
for
a
month
,
and
every
day
after
dinner
,
as
soon
as
her
guardian
started
to
his
office
,
she
hurried
to
the
library
,
got
out
her
bicycle
,
and
flew
down
the
Creston
road
.
She
knew
that
Mr
.
Royall
,
like
everyone
else
in
North
Dormer
,
was
perfectly
aware
of
her
acquisition
:
possibly
he
,
as
well
as
the
rest
of
the
village
,
knew
what
use
she
made
of
it
.
She
did
not
care
:
she
felt
him
to
be
so
powerless
that
if
he
had
questioned
her
she
would
probably
have
told
him
the
truth
.
But
they
had
never
spoken
to
each
other
since
the
night
on
the
wharf
at
Nettleton
.
He
had
returned
to
North
Dormer
only
on
the
third
day
after
that
encounter
,
arriving
just
as
Charity
and
Verena
were
sitting
down
to
supper
.
He
had
drawn
up
his
chair
,
taken
his
napkin
from
the
side
-
board
drawer
,
pulled
it
out
of
its
ring
,
and
seated
himself
as
unconcernedly
as
if
he
had
come
in
from
his
usual
afternoon
session
at
Carrick
Fry
’
s
;
and
the
long
habit
of
the
household
made
it
seem
almost
natural
that
Charity
should
not
so
much
as
raise
her
eyes
when
he
entered
.
She
had
simply
let
him
understand
that
her
silence
was
not
accidental
by
leaving
the
table
while
he
was
still
eating
,
and
going
up
without
a
word
to
shut
herself
into
her
room
.
After
that
he
formed
the
habit
of
talking
loudly
and
genially
to
Verena
whenever
Charity
was
in
the
room
;
but
otherwise
there
was
no
apparent
change
in
their
relations
.
She
did
not
think
connectedly
of
these
things
while
she
sat
waiting
for
Harney
,
but
they
remained
in
her
mind
as
a
sullen
background
against
which
her
short
hours
with
him
flamed
out
like
forest
fires
.
Nothing
else
mattered
,
neither
the
good
nor
the
bad
,
or
what
might
have
seemed
so
before
she
knew
him
.
He
had
caught
her
up
and
carried
her
away
into
a
new
world
,
from
which
,
at
stated
hours
,
the
ghost
of
her
came
back
to
perform
certain
customary
acts
,
but
all
so
thinly
and
insubstantially
that
she
sometimes
wondered
that
the
people
she
went
about
among
could
see
her
.
.
.
.
Behind
the
swarthy
Mountain
the
sun
had
gone
down
in
waveless
gold
.
From
a
pasture
up
the
slope
a
tinkle
of
cow
-
bells
sounded
;
a
puff
of
smoke
hung
over
the
farm
in
the
valley
,
trailed
on
the
pure
air
and
was
gone
.
For
a
few
minutes
,
in
the
clear
light
that
is
all
shadow
,
fields
and
woods
were
outlined
with
an
unreal
precision
;
then
the
twilight
blotted
them
out
,
and
the
little
house
turned
gray
and
spectral
under
its
wizened
apple
-
branches
.
Charity
’
s
heart
contracted
.
The
first
fall
of
night
after
a
day
of
radiance
often
gave
her
a
sense
of
hidden
menace
:
it
was
like
looking
out
over
the
world
as
it
would
be
when
love
had
gone
from
it
.
She
wondered
if
some
day
she
would
sit
in
that
same
place
and
watch
in
vain
for
her
lover
.
.
.
.
His
bicycle
-
bell
sounded
down
the
lane
,
and
in
a
minute
she
was
at
the
gate
and
his
eyes
were
laughing
in
hers
.
They
walked
back
through
the
long
grass
,
and
pushed
open
the
door
behind
the
house
.
The
room
at
first
seemed
quite
dark
and
they
had
to
grope
their
way
in
hand
in
hand
.
Through
the
window
-
frame
the
sky
looked
light
by
contrast
,
and
above
the
black
mass
of
asters
in
the
earthen
jar
one
white
star
glimmered
like
a
moth
.
“
There
was
such
a
lot
to
do
at
the
last
minute
,
”
Harney
was
explaining
,
“
and
I
had
to
drive
down
to
Creston
to
meet
someone
who
has
come
to
stay
with
my
cousin
for
the
show
.
”
He
had
his
arms
about
her
,
and
his
kisses
were
in
her
hair
and
on
her
lips
.
Under
his
touch
things
deep
down
in
her
struggled
to
the
light
and
sprang
up
like
flowers
in
sunshine
.
She
twisted
her
fingers
into
his
,
and
they
sat
down
side
by
side
on
the
improvised
couch
.
She
hardly
heard
his
excuses
for
being
late
:
in
his
absence
a
thousand
doubts
tormented
her
,
but
as
soon
as
he
appeared
she
ceased
to
wonder
where
he
had
come
from
,
what
had
delayed
him
,
who
had
kept
him
from
her
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
places
he
had
been
in
,
and
the
people
he
had
been
with
,
must
cease
to
exist
when
he
left
them
,
just
as
her
own
life
was
suspended
in
his
absence
.
