For John the sense of loss in Thane’s death was as if part of himself
had broken off and sunk out of sight.
To Agnes it was as if the whole world were gone. She seemed to have
forgotten there was ever anything in it but Thane. Her life had
inhabited his.
She went on living in the house, almost as if he were still there,
often calling his name and answering aloud to an audible memory of his
voice. She saw no one but John. She hardly knew anyone else. And she
saw him only because she was aware of his great feeling for Thane and
they could talk about him.
This was a bond between them and led to a companionship without which
both would have missed the Autumn and gone directly from Midsummer to
the Winter of their lives. It was impersonal, yet very sweet, and they
came to rely upon it much more than they knew. Agnes had neither kin
nor friends. John was that solitary being who has many friends and no
brothers among men.
Agnes began to fade. John induced her to travel. She went to Europe.
He joined her there. They went around the world together. When they
returned she seemed much improved in spirits. She had begun to smile
again. After a month in the house among the trees she became terribly
depressed. He coaxed her to New York and settled her luxuriously in a
hotel apartment. She disliked it and stayed on. More and more of John’s
time now passed in New York for business reasons. He told her this.
“We’ve no one else to visit with,” he said. “Let’s stay in the same
town.”
She said nothing. Often he surprised her looking at him with a
thoughtful, far away expression as if trying to remember what it was he
reminded her of. Suddenly she made up her mind to go to New Damascus
and build herself a house there. It would be something to do John said
at once, and that was what she needed. The house, which was small but
exquisite, occupied her for a year. Before it was finished she had
conceived the idea of building in New Damascus the finest hospital in
the state.
Journeys to New Damascus now became John’s sole recreation.
And so the Autumn stole upon them.