TO THE LIGHTHOUSEfloor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! Itis enough!He turned and saw her. Ah! She was lovely,lovelier now than ever he thought. But he couldnot speak to her. He could not interrupt her.He wanted urgently to speak to her now thatJames was gone and she was alone at last. But heresolved, no; he would not interrupt her. Shewas aloof from him now in her beauty, in hersadness. He would let her be, and he passed herwithout a word, though it hurt him that she shouldlook so distant, and he could not reach her, hecould do nothing to help her. And again hewould have passed her without a word had shenot, at that very moment, given him of her ownfree will what she knew he would never ask, andcalled to him and taken the green shawl off thepicture frame, and gone to him. For he wished,she knew, to protect her.12She folded the green shawl about her shoulders.She took his arm. His beauty was so great, shesaid, beginning to speak of Kennedy the gardenerat once; he was so awfully handsome, that shecouldn’t dismiss him. There was a ladder againstthe greenhouse, and little lumps of putty stuckabout, for they were beginning to mend the green-104
