When the heavy Sunday dinner was over, and Drusilla had gone out for
the afternoon, Lary and Theodora walked hand in hand to the shop behind
the vegetable garden. A minute later, Judith saw the child flitting
across the alley in the direction of the Stevens home. She knew that
now Larimore Trench would come to her.
Her heart stood still and all her senses swam.
When, after an interminable period of waiting--how stupid the clock
that measures our travail by its rigid tape of minutes!--the man stood
before her, she saw that his face was white with grief and his hands
shook.
“Are you willing to come to us? All the manhood has gone out of me. I
can’t go through it alone.”
“Yes, Lary.” And they crossed the lawn together.