"If that is to be, then think of me somewhere, perhaps with Rene by my side, since he, too, loved you.And I shall still be calling you, and waiting.Perhaps even beyond the stars they have need of a little house of mercy; and, God knows, wherever I am I shall have need of you."He had the letter in the pocket of his tunic, and at last the moment came when the boat must leave.Suddenly Henri knew that he could notallow her to cross to England alone.The last few days had brought many stories of submarine attacks.Here, so far north, the Germans were particularly active.They had for a long time lurked in waiting for this British Admiralty boat, with its valuable cargo, its officers and the government oflicials who used it.
"Good-by, Henri," said Sara Lee."I - of course it is no use to try to tell you -""I am going across with you." But -"
"I allowed you to come over alone.I shiver when I think of it.I shall take you back myself.""Is it very dangerous?"
"Probably not.But can you think of me standing safe on that quay and letting you go into danger alone?""I am not afraid."
"I know that.I have never seen you afraid.But if you wish to see a coward, look at me.I am a coward for you."He put his hand into his pocket.It occurred to him to give her the letter now so that if anything happened she would at least have had it.He wanted no mistake about that appointment beyond the stars.But the great world of eternity was very large, and they must have a definite understanding about that meeting at the little house of mercy Over There.
Perhaps he had a little fever that day.He was alternately flushed and pale; and certainly he was not quite rational.His hand shook as he brought out her letter - and with it the other letter, from the Front.
"Have you the time to come with me?" Sara Lee asked doubtfully."I want you to come, of course, but if your work will suffer -"He held out his letter to her.
"I shall go away," he said, "while you read it.And perhaps you will not destroy it, because - I should like to feel that you have it always."He went away at once, saluting as he passed other officers, who gravely saluted him.On the deck of the hospital ship the invalid touched his cap.Word was going about, in the stealthy manner of such things, thatHenri whose family name we may not know, was a brave man and doing brave things.
The steamer had not yet cast off.As usual, it was to take a flying start from the harbor, for it was just outside the harbor that the wolves of the sea lay in wait.Henri, alone at last, opened his letter, and stood staring at it.There was again movement behind the German line, a matter to be looked into, as only he could do it.Probably nothing, as before; but who could say?
Henri looked along the shore to where but a few miles away lay the ragged remnant of his country.And he looked forward to where Sara Lee, his letter in her hand, was staring blindly at nothing.Then he looked out toward the sea, where lay who knew what dangers of death and suffering.
After that first moment of indecision he never hesitated.He stood on the deck and watched, rather frozen and rigid, and with a mind that had ceased working, while the steamer warped out from the quay.If in his subconsciousness there was any thought it was doubtless that he had done his best for a long time, and that he had earned the right to protect for a few hours the girl he loved.That, too, there had been activity along the German-Belgian line before, without result.
Perhaps subconsciously those things were there.He himself was conscious of no thought, of only a dogged determination to get Sara Lee across the channel safely.He put everything else behind him.He counted no cost.
The little admiralty boat sped on.In the bow, on the bridge, and at different stations lookouts kept watch.The lifeboats were hung overboard, ready to lower instantly.On the horizon a British destroyer steamed leisurely.Henri stood for a long time on the deck.The land fell away quickly.From a clear silhouette of the town against the sky - the dunes, thespire of the cathedral, the roof of the mairie - it became vague, shadowy - the height of a hand - a line - nothing.
Henri roused himself.He was very thirsty, and the wound in his arm ached.When he raised his hand to salute the movement was painful.
It was a very grave Sara Lee he found in the officer's cabin when hewent inside later on.She was sitting on the long seat below the open port, her hat slightly askew and her hands folded in her lap.Her bag was beside her, and there was in her eyes a perplexity Henri was too wretched to notice.
For the first time Sara Lee was realizing the full value of the thing she was throwing away.She had persistently discounted it until now.She had been grateful for it.She had felt unworthy of it.But now, on the edge of leaving it, she felt that something infinitely precious and very beautiful was going out of her life.She had already a sense of loss.
For the first time, too, she was allowing herself to think of certain contingencies that were now forever impossible.For instance, suppose she had stayed with Mrs.Cameron? Suppose she had broken her promise to Harvey and remained at the little house? Suppose she had done as Henri had so wildly urged her, and had broken entirely with Harvey? Would she have married Henri?
