Briscoe. Apparently, it did not impress
Lillian as they stood together and she smilingly watched the group at the
bungalow, when Archie was swung to a seat in the dog-cart beside his
host. It seemed for a moment that they were off, but Mrs. Briscoe, with
womanly precaution, bethought herself to throw a wrap into the vehicle.
Throughout the day the close curtaining mists had resisted all stir of
air, and the temperature had been almost sultry. Since the lifting of the
vapors, the currents of the atmosphere were flowing freely once more, and
the crystal clarity that succeeded was pervaded by an increasing
chilliness. Before nightfall it would be quite cold, and doubtless the
smart little red coat, gay with its Persian embroideries, would be
brought into requisition.
For many a month afterward, whenever Lillian closed her eyes, she saw
that little red coat. Shutting out the light, the world, brought neither
rest nor darkness; instead, the long flaring vistas of gold and russet
foliage and gray crags and flaming sunset remained indelible, and amidst
it all one vivid point of scarlet hue as the little red coat was tossed
through the air like a red leaf flying in the wind.
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