They hadmothers, sisters and sweethearts. She
and Leo were alwaystogether there when Allan was away seeing his
patients.
It was half an hour before Dean Priest
returned.
But shefelt very badly when she turned to
Dean.
One swayed with a queer fiery grace in
thedraught from the door.
Im an unscrupulous old demon, said Aunt Nancy
coolly. What worries me about writing novels, confided Emily is the lovetalk in
them. Emily didnot know what a cynic was but it sounded interesting. Kittens
dont want to be worshipped, she said.
Tell her you do know it andthat if she does
anything to Leo you wont love her any more.
She felt, as she wrote to her
fatherafterwards, as if a little bird was singing in my heart. You haveprobably
discovered by this time that my Lady Aunt detests me. But it isnt fair of you
to keep my picture. As he lifted her past the farewell-summer Emilyreached out
her hand and broke off the spray.
It would beHATEFUL to think any one I didnt
like had saved my life. I dont want Aunt Nancy to take the edge off
you.
Father Cassidy told me to keep on, cried
Emily.
But he looked very human andtrusty watching
her with great kindly eyes. He seemed to have the history of the whole worldat
his fingers ends. In a few minutes she always knew whether she liked,
disliked,or was indifferent to them. For Emily was standing up, holding out her
hands as if pushing someloathly thing from her. Few men hold to one idea for
anything likeeleven years. It was a warm, windy evening, the air wasresinous
and sweet; the bay a misty turquoise.
She COULDNT have gone away of her ownaccord
and left her dear little baby.
And if I die pleasedont let Aunt Elizabeth
find my letter-bills ever.
Cousin Jimmys garden would be in its prime of
splendour, theAugust apples would be ripe. Oh, gasped Emily rapturously, that
gave me THE FLASH. And our first kiss mustnthave the flavour of
good-bye.
She told him all about herself and her doings
and beings.
Allan Burnley SAID nothing, beyond
forbiddingher name ever to be mentioned in his hearing again.
Itwould be very dreadful to be there when it
got dark. Thats the second compliment she has paid me, thought
Emily.
She had come so near to making another
terriblehole in her manners.
Whereby Dean Priest discovered that Emily
wrote poetry. Yet she could not keep fromthinking about it, day and night.