Then he looked at her. "Why don't you help
me?" he asked.
"How can I help you?" she answered. "I don't understand you."
"You ought to. I wish to goodness you did"--and then his face cleared.
"But you will come again," he added, in the old way. "I shall expect
you soon."
And so he let her go; and Ideala was glad, because an unpleasant jar
was over. She did not trouble herself about his private worries; if he
wished her to know he would tell her. Lorrimer had a temper--but then
she had known that all along; and Lorrimer was Lorrimer--that was all
about it.
CHAPTER XIX.
He let her go, somewhat bewildered, and not understanding herself or
him, nor caring to understand, only happy, dangerously happy. The train
bore her through an enchanted region of brightness and summer, and,
although the power of thought was for the moment suspended, she was
conscious of this, and her own delight was like the unreasoning
pleasure of earth when the sun is upon it.
There was no carriage to meet her at the station, and she set off to
walk home. It was the first time she had been alone on foot in the
squalid disorderly streets of that dingy place, and her way, which she
was not quite sure of, took her through some of the worst of them.
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