Some rock may
have fallen along the river-bank, dislodged by the concussion."
A sense of melancholy was in the air, gathering with the gathering
darkness. The light was fading out of the west, and the early autumnal
dusk was at hand. Lillian was sensible of an accession of lassitude, a
realization of defeat in a cause which she felt now it was futile to have
essayed. Why should he forgive? How was reparation possible? She could
not call back the Past--she could not assuage griefs that time had worn
out long ago, searing over the wounds. She was quite silent as she rose
and together they took their way down toward the bungalow. While she
flagged now and again, she walked without assistance, though he kept
close and ready at her side.
Gladys watched their progress expectantly, but her face fell as they drew
near and she could discern their listless expression and manner. She did
not await their arrival, but turned, disappointed, within. It was already
time to dress for dinner, the ladies habitually observing this formality,
although Briscoe often went in knickerbockers till midnight.
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