"
Charlotte started. "I shall not go home as long as you need me," she
said. "You need not think I mind what they say."
"I--want you to go home."
"Barney!"
"I mean what--I say. I--want you to go--now."
"Not now?"
"Yes, now."
Charlotte drew back; her lips wore a white line. She went out into
the front south room, where she had slept. She did not come back.
Barney listened until he heard the front door shut after her. Then he
waited fifteen minutes, with his eyes upon the clock. Then he got up
out of his chair. He moved his body as if it were some piece of
machinery outside himself, as if his will were full of dominant
muscles. He got his hat off the peg, where it had hung for weeks; he
went out of the house and out of the yard.
His sister Rebecca was moving feebly up the road with her little baby
in her arms. She was taking her first walk out in the spring
sunshine. The nurse had gone away the week before. Her face was clear
and pale. All her sweet color was gone, but her eyes were radiant,
and she held up her head in the old way. This new love was lifting
her above her old memories.
She stared wonderingly over the baby's little downy head at her
brother. "It can't be Barney," she said out loud to herself. She
stood still in the road, staring after him with parted lips. The baby
wailed softly, and she hushed it mechanically, her great, happy,
startled eyes fixed upon her brother.
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