unch。 Sorry I was kept so late last night。 Glad you didn't wait up for mebut you might have left the bedroom door openit'd have been perfectly safe。〃 He laughed good…naturedly。 〃As it was； I was so kind…hearted that I didn't disturb you； but slept on the sofa。〃
As he advanced toward her with the obvious intention of kissing her； she slowly turned and faced him。 Their eyes met and he stopped shorther look was like the eternal ice that guards the pole。
〃I saw you at the theater last night；〃 she said evenly。 〃And this morning； I sat and watched you as you lay on the sofa over there。〃
He was taken completely off his guard。 With a gasp that was a kind of groan he dropped into a chair； the surface of his mind strewn with the wreckage of the lying excuses he had got ready。
〃Please don't try to explain；〃 she went on in the same even tone。 〃I understand now aboutabout Paris andeverything。 I know thatfather was right。〃
He gave her a terrified glanceno tears； no trace of excitement； only calmness and all the strength he knew was in her nature and； in addition； a strength he had not dreamed was there。
〃What do you intend to do？〃 he asked after a long silence。
She did not answer immediately。 When she did； she was not looking at him。
〃When I married youacross the river from Battle Field；〃 she said； 〃I committed a crime against my father and mother。 This ismy punishmentthe beginning of it。 And nowthere'll be thethebaby〃 A pause； then： 〃I must bear the consequencesif I can。 But I shall not be your wifenevernever again。 If you wish me to stay on that condition； I'll try。 If not〃
〃You MUST stay； Pauline；〃 he interrupted。 〃I don't care what terms you make； you must stay。 It's no use for me to try to defend myself when you're in this mood。 You wouldn't listen。 But you're right about not going。 If you did； it'd break your father's and mother's hearts。 I admit I did drink too much last night； and made a fool of myself。 But if you were more experienced； you'd〃
He thought he had worked his courage up to the point where he could meet her eyes。 He tried it。 Her look froze his flow of words。 〃I KNOW that you were false from the beginning；〃 she said。
〃The man I thought you were never existedand I know it。 We won't speak of thiseverafter now。 Surely you can't wish me to stay？〃 And into her voice surged all her longing to go； all her hope that he would reject the only terms on which self…respect would let her stay。
〃Wish you to stay？〃 he repeated。 And he faced her； looking at her； his chest heaving under the tempest of hate and passion that was raging in himhate because she was defying and dictating to him； passion because she was so beautiful as she stood there； like a delicate； fine hot…house rose poised on a long； graceful stem。 〃No wonder I LOVE you！〃 he exclaimed between his clenched teeth。
A bright spot burned in each of her cheeks and her look made him redden and lower his eyes。
〃Now that I understand these last five months；〃 she said； 〃that from you is an insult。〃
His veins and muscles swelled with the fury he dared not show； for he saw and felt how dangerous her mood was。
〃I'll agree to whatever you like； Pauline；〃 he said humbly。 〃Only； we mustn't have a flare…up and a scandal。 I'll never speak to you again aboutabout anything you don't want to hear。〃
She went into her bedroom。 When； after half an hour； she reappeared； she was ready to go down to lunch。 In the elevator he stole a glance at herthere was no color in her face； not even in her lips。 His rage had subsided； he was ashamed of himselfbefore her。 But he felt triumphant too。
〃I thought she'd go； sure； in spite of her fear of hurting her father and mother；〃 he said to himself。 〃A mighty close squeak。 I was stepping round in a powder magazine； with every word a lit match。〃
In January she sank into a profound lassitude。 Nothing interested her； everything wearied her。 As the time drew near； her mother came to stay with her； and day after day the two women sat silent； Mrs。 Gardiner knitting； Pauline motionless； hands idle in her lap； mind vacant。 If she had any emotion； it was a hope that she would die and take her child with her。
〃That would settle everything； settle it right；〃 she reflected； with youth's morbid fondness for finalities。
When it was all over and she came out from under the opiate； she lay for a while； open…eyed but unseeing； too inert to grope for the lost thread of memory。 She felt a stirring in the bed beside her； the movement of some living thing。 She looked and there； squeezed into the edge of the pillow was a miniature head of a little old manwrinkled； copperish。 Yet the face was fatludicrously fat。 A painfully homely face with tears running from the closed eyes； with an open mouth that driveled and drooled。
〃What is it？〃 she thought； looking with faint curiosity。 〃And why is it here？〃
Two small fists now rose aimlessly in the air above the face and flapped about； and a very tempest of noise issued from the sagging mouth。
〃A baby；〃 she reflected。 Then memory came〃MY baby！〃
She put her finger in the way of the wandering fists。 First one of them； then the other； awkwardly unclosed and as awkwardly closed upon it。 She smiled。 The grip tightened and tightened and tightened until she wondered how hands so small and new could cling so close and hard。 Then that electric clasp suddenly tightened about her heart。 She burst into tears and drew the child against her breast。 The pulse of its current of life was beating against her ownand she felt it。 She sobbed； laughed softly； sobbed again。
Her mother was bending anxiously over her。
〃What's the matter； dearest？〃 she asked。 〃What do you wish？〃
〃Nothing！〃 Pauline was smiling through her tears。 〃Oh； mother； I am SO happy！〃 she murmured。
And her happiness lasted with not a break； with hardly a pause； all that spring and all that summeror； so long as her baby's helplessness absorbed the whole of her time and thought。
XI。
YOUNG AMERICA。
When Pierson； laggard as usual； returned to Battle Field a week after the end of the long vacation； he found Scarborough just establishing himself。 He had taken two small and severely plain rooms in a quaint old frame cottage； one story high； but perched importantly upon a bank at the intersection of two much…traveled streets。
〃What luck？〃 asked Pierson； lounging in on him。
〃A hundred days' campaign； a thousand dollars net；〃 replied the book agent。 〃And I'm hard as oak from tramping those roads； and I've learnedyou ought to have been along； Pierson。 I know people as I never could have come to know them by any other meanswhat they think； what they want； how they can be reached。〃
There was still much of the boy in Pierson's face。 But Scarborough looked the man； developed； ready。
Pierson wandered into the bedroom to complete his survey。 〃I see you're going to live by the clock；〃 he called out presently。 He had found； pasted to the wall； Scarborough's schedule of the daily division of his time； just above it； upon a shelf； was a new alarm clock； the bell so big that it overhung like a canopy。 〃You don't mean you're going to get up at four？〃
〃Every morningall winter；〃 replied Scarborough； without stopping his unpacking。 〃You see； I'm going to finish this yeartake the two years in one。 Then I've registered in a law officeJudge Holcombe's。 And there's my speakingI must practise that every day。〃
Pierson came back to the sitting…room and collapsed into a chair。 〃I see you allow yourself five hours for sleep；〃 he said。 〃It's too much； old man。 You're self…indulgent。〃
〃That's a mistake；〃 replied Scarborough。 〃Since making out the schedule I've decided to cut sleep down to four hours and a half。〃
〃That's more like it！〃
〃We all sleep too much；〃 he continued。 〃And as I shan't smoke； or drink； or worry； I'll need even less than the average man。 I'm going to do nothing but work。 A man doesn't need much rest from mere work。〃
〃What！ No play？〃
〃Play all the time。 I've simply changed my playthings。〃
Pierson seated himself at the table and stared gloomily at his friend。
〃Look here； old man。 For heaven's sake； don't let Olivia find out about this program。〃
But Olivia did hear of it； and Pierson was compelled to leave his luxury in the main street and to take the two remaining available rooms at Scarborough's place。 His bed was against the wall of Scarborough's bedroomthe wall where the alarm clock was。 At four o'clock on his first morning he started from a profound sleep。
〃My bed must be moved into my sitting…room to…day；〃 he said to himself as soon as the clamor of Scarborough's gong died away and he could collect his thoughts。 But at four o'clock the next morning the gong penetrated the two walls as if they had not been there。 〃I see my finish；〃 he groaned； sitting up and tearing at his hair。
He tried to sleep again； but the joint pressure of Olivia's memory…mirrored gray eyes and of disordered nerves from the racking gong forced him to make an effort to bestir himself。 Groaning and muttering； he rose and in the starlight looked from his window。 Scarborough was going up the deserted