"Why don't you go back?" she asked.

Sara Lee looked at her piteously.

"How can I? There is Harvey. And the society would not send me again.

It's over, Belle. All over."

After a pause Belle said: "What's become of Henri? He hasn't written,

has he?"

Sara Lee got up and went to the window.

"I don't know where he is. He may be dead."

Her voice was flat and lifeless. Belle knew all that she wanted to know.

She rose and gathered up her sewing.

"I'm going to talk to Harvey. You're not going to be rushed into a

wedding. You're tired, and it's all nonsense. Well, I'll have to run

now and dress the children."

That night Harvey and Belle had almost a violent scene. He had taken

Sara Lee over the Leete house that evening. Will Leete's widow had met

them there, a small sad figure in her mourning, but very composed, until

she opened the door into a tiny room upstairs with a desk and a lamp

in it.

"This was Will's study," she said. "He did his work here in the

evenings, and I sat in that little chair and sewed. I never thought

then--" Her lips quivered.

"Pretty rotten of Will Leete to leave that little thing alone," said

Harvey on their way home. "He had his fling; and she's paying for it."

But Sara Lee was silent. It was useless to try to make Harvey understand

the urge that had called Will Leete across the sea to do his share for

the war, and that had brought him that peace of God that passeth all

understanding.

It was not a good time for Belle to put up to him her suggestion for a

delay in the marriage, that evening after their return. He took it

badly and insisted on sending upstairs for Sara Lee.

"Did you ask Belle to do this?" he demanded bluntly.

"To do what?"

"To put things off."

"I have already told you, Harvey," Belle put in. "It is my own idea.

She is tired. She's been through a lot. I've heard the story you're

too stubborn to listen to. And I strongly advise her to wait a while."

And after a time he agreed ungraciously. He would buy the house and fix

it over, and in the early fall it would be ready.

"Unless," he added to Sara Lee with a bitterness born of

disappointment--"unless you change your mind again."




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