Through stained glass

  CHAPTER XLI

  WHEN Lewis burst upon Folly with the news that his father had given notonly consent to the marriage, but half his income to smooth the way toit, Folly frowned. What was the game? she wondered. But the first thingshe asked was:

  "And how much is that?"

  Lewis stammered, and said really he didn't know, which made Folly laugh.Then he told her about the six months and the trip to America. WhereuponFolly nodded her head and said:

  "Oh, that's it, is it? Well, your governor is willing to pay prettythick for six months of you. All I want to know is, Will you come backto me?"

  "Come back to you, Folly?" cried Lewis, "Of course I'll come back toyou. Why, that's just what I'm going for. To sell the house and fixthings so I _can_ come back to you."

  At the same hour Leighton was saying good-by to H lne. He had notreally come to say good-by. He had come to thank her for her sacrifice,for the things he knew she had said to Lew. He did not try to thank herin words. A boyish glance, an awkward movement, a laugh thatbroke--these things said more to H lne than words.

  "So you've got six months' grace," said H lne, when Leighton had toldher how things stood. "Glen, do you remember this: 'All erotic love is aprogression. There is no amatory affection that can stand the strain ofa separation of six months in conjunction with six thousand miles. Allthe standard tales of _grande passion_ and absence are--'"

  "'Legendary hypotheses based on a neurotic foundation,'" finishedLeighton. "Yes, I remember that theory of mine. I'm building on it."

  "I thought you were," said H lne. "Don't build too confidently. Lew hasa strain of constancy in him. It's quite unconscious, but it's there.Just add my theory to yours."

  "What's your theory?" asked Leighton.

  "My theory," said H lne, "is that little girl Natalie. I don't supposeshe's little now."

  Leighton frowned.

  "Do you know where Natalie is living? She's _there_." His brow cloudedwith thoughts of the scene of his bitter love.

  H lne understood.

  "I know. I thought so," she said.

  "I'll send Lewis to her."

  "No, Glen," said H lne softly, "you'll take him to her."

  When all was ready for the start, Nelton appeared before Leighton.

  "Please, sir," he said, "I've taken the liberty of packing my bags, too,thank, you, sir. I thought, sir, since you're both going, the flat mightbe locked up."

  "Well," said Leighton, "I suppose it might for once. Where are you offto?"

  "Why, with you, sir. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to see thisAmerica."

  Leighton smiled.

  "Come along, by all means, Nelton," he said. "Go ahead with the baggage,and see that Master Lewis and I get a compartment to ourselves. Here'shalf a crown."

  Leighton and Lewis were not traveling with the rush of the traffic. Itwas too early in the year. While the boat was not crowded, it was by nomeans deserted. It had just that number of passengers on board which anold traveler would like to stipulate for on buying his ticket; enough tokeep the saloons from hollow echoes, and not enough to block even asingle deck.

  "Are these all Americans?" asked Lewis on their third day out.

  Leighton glanced rapidly up and down the deck.

  "No," he said, "there's hardly a typical American in the lot. Wrong timeof year. You see there are more men than women. That's a sure sign thisisn't an American pleasure-boat. There are a good many English on board,the traveling kind. They're going over to 'do' America before the heatcomes on. What Americans you see are tainted."

  "What's a tainted American?" asked Lewis.

  "I'm a tainted American, and you are," said Leighton. "A taintedAmerican is one who has lived so long abroad that he goes to America onbusiness."