She was exactly on time. Dr. Max, driving up to the corner five minutes

late, found her there, quite matter-of-fact but exceedingly handsome, and

acknowledged the evening's adventure much to his taste.

"A little air first, and then supper--how's that?"

"Air first, please. I'm very tired."

He turned the car toward the suburbs, and then, bending toward her, smiled

into her eyes.

"Well, this is life!"

"I'm cool for the first time to-day."

After that they spoke very little. Even Wilson's superb nerves had felt

the strain of the afternoon, and under the girl's dark eyes were purplish

shadows. She leaned back, weary but luxuriously content.

"Not uneasy, are you?"

"Not particularly. I'm too comfortable. But I hope we're not seen."

"Even if we are, why not? You are going with me to a case. I've driven

Miss Simpson about a lot."

It was almost eight when he turned the car into the drive of the White

Springs Hotel. The six-to-eight supper was almost over. One or two motor

parties were preparing for the moonlight drive back to the city. All

around was virgin country, sweet with early summer odors of new-cut grass,

of blossoming trees and warm earth. On the grass terrace over the valley,

where ran Sidney's unlucky river, was a magnolia full of creamy blossoms

among waxed leaves. Its silhouette against the sky was quaintly

heart-shaped.

Under her mask of languor, Carlotta's heart was beating wildly. What an

adventure! What a night! Let him lose his head a little; she could keep

hers. If she were skillful and played things right, who could tell? To

marry him, to leave behind the drudgery of the hospital, to feel safe as

she had not felt for years, that was a stroke to play for!

The magnolia was just beside her. She reached up and, breaking off one of

the heavy-scented flowers, placed it in the bosom of her black dress.

Sidney and K. Le Moyne were dining together. The novelty of the experience

had made her eyes shine like stars. She saw only the magnolia tree shaped

like a heart, the terrace edged with low shrubbery, and beyond the faint

gleam that was the river. For her the dish-washing clatter of the kitchen

was stilled, the noises from the bar were lost in the ripple of the river;

the scent of the grass killed the odor of stale beer that wafted out

through the open windows. The unshaded glare of the lights behind her in

the house was eclipsed by the crescent edge of the rising moon. Dinner was

over. Sidney was experiencing the rare treat of after-dinner coffee.




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