"How do you like it?" he asked."Like it? Why, it's not yours, is it?""Surest thing you know.Or, rather, it's ours.Had a few war babies, and they grew up."Sara Lee looked at it, and for just an instant, a rather sickening instant, she saw Henri's shattered low car, battle-scarred and broken.
"It's - lovely," said Sara Lee.And Harvey found no fault with her tone.
Sara Lee had intended to go to Anna's, for a time at least.But she found that Belle was expecting her and would not take no.
"She's moved the baby in with the others," Harvey explained as he took the wheel."Wait until you see your room.I knew we'd be buying furniture soon, so I fixed it up."He said nothing for a time.He was new to driving a car, and the traffic engrossed him.But when they had reached a quieter neighborhood he put a hand over hers.
"Good God, how I've been hungry for you!" he said."I guess I was pretty nearly crazy sometimes." He glanced at her apprehensively, but if she knew his connection with her recall she showed no resentment.As a matter of fact there was in his voice something that reminded her of Henri, the same deeper note, almost husky.
She was, indeed, asking herself very earnestly what was there in her of all people that should make two men care for her as both Henri and Harvey cared.In the humility of all modest women she was bewildered.It made her rather silent and a little sad.She was so far from being what they thought her.
Harvey, stealing a moment from the car to glance at her, saw something baffling in her face.
"Do you still care, Sara Lee?" he asked almost diffidently."As much as ever?""I have come back to you," she said after an imperceptible pause.
Well, I guess that's the answer." He drew a deep satisfied breath."I used to think of you over there, and all those foreigners in uniform strutting about, and it almost got me, some times."And again, as long before, he read into her passivity his own passion, and was deeply content.
Belle was waiting on the small front porch.There was an anxious frown on her face, and she looked first, not at Sara Lee, but at Harvey.What she saw there evidently satisfied her, for the frown disappeared.She kissed Sara Lee impulsively.
All that afternoon, much to Harvey's resentment, Sara Lee received callers.The Ladies' Aid came en masse and went out to the dining-room and there had tea and cake.Harvey disappeared when they came.
"You are back," he said, "and safe, and all that."But it's not their fault.And I'll be hanged if I'll stand round and listen to them."He got his hat and then, finding her alone in a back hall for a moment, reverted uneasily to the subject.
"There are two sides to every story," he said."They're going to knife me this afternoon, all right.Damned hypocrites! You just keep your head, and I'll tell you my side of it later.""Harvey," she said slowly, "I want to know now just what you did.I'm not angry.I've never been angry.But I ought to know."It was a very one-sided story that Harvey told her, standing in the little back hall, with Belle's children hanging over the staircase and begging for cake.Yet in the main it was true.He had reached his limit of endurance.She was in danger, as the photograph plainly showed.And a fellow had a right to fight for his own happiness.
"I wanted you back, that's all," he ended.And added an anticlimax by passing a plate of sliced jelly roll through the stair rail to the clamoring children.
Sara Lee stood there for a moment after he had gone.He was right, or at least he had been within his rights.She had never even heard of the new doctrine of liberty for women.There was nothing in her training to teach her revolt.She was engaged to Harvey; already, potentially, she belonged to him.He had interfered with her life, but he had had the right to interfere.
And also there was in the back of her mind a feeling that was almostguilt.She had let Henri tell her he loved her.She had even kissed him.And there had been many times in the little house when Harvey, for days at a time, had not even entered her thoughts.There was, therefore, a very real tenderness in the face she lifted for his good-by kiss.
To Belle in the front hail Harvey gave a firm order.
