When you are married you will both be happy. You'll
wonder then how you could be so silly."
"I know I have been a fool." He took her hand and pressed it, almost
affectionately. "Take care of her, Mrs. Floyd; don't let her be sick."
She turned to leave him. "She'll be well in the morning, I hope; don't
worry. She will get all right when she's had a rest and a night's
sleep. Now, let me walk on alone; the people talk so much in this
place."
He stopped behind a clump of sycamore bushes and watched her disappear
in the gloom. He saw her when she went through the light at the store,
and again as she passed under the lamp at the hotel. He followed
slowly. He passed the hotel and looked into the wide hall, but saw no
one.
A lane led from the street to an open lot behind the hotel. He
remembered that Harriet's room looked out that way, and, hardly knowing
why he did so, he walked down the lane till he could see her window.
There was a light in the room. For several minutes he stood gazing at
the window, feeling his feet sink into the marshy soil. He wondered
how he could pass the long hours of the night without speaking to her.
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