"
Mrs. Lightfoot drank the milk and remarked amiably that it was "very nice
though a little smoked--and now, go to bed, my dear," she added kindly. "I
mustn't keep you from your beauty sleep. I'm afraid I've worn you out as it
is."
Betty smiled and shook her head; then she placed the tray upon a chair, and
went out, softly closing the door after her.
In her own room she threw herself upon her bed, and cried for Dan until the
morning.
X
THE ROAD AT MIDNIGHT
When Dan went down into the shadows of the road, he stopped short before he
reached the end of the stone wall, and turned for his last look at
Chericoke. He saw the long old house, with its peaked roof over which the
elm boughs arched, the white stretch of drive before the door, and the
leaves drifting ceaselessly against the yellow squares of the library
windows. As he looked Betty came slowly from the shadow by the gate, where
she had lingered, and crossed the lighted spaces amid the falling leaves.
On the threshold, as she turned to throw a glance into the night, it seemed
to him, for a single instant, that her eyes plunged through the darkness
into his own. Then, while his heart still bounded with the hope, the door
opened, and shut after her, and she was gone.
For a moment he saw only blackness--so sharp was the quick shutting off of
the indoor light. The vague shapes upon the lawn showed like mere drawings
in outline, the road became a pallid blur in the formless distance, and the
shine of the lamplight on the drive shifted and grew dim as if a curtain
had dropped across the windows.
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