Brett said, "Come here, Leela. This is my sister, and my friend, Frank
Elgon. And here's Martt."
Leela advanced hesitantly, her face a wave of color as she met our
gazes. She was smaller, and even slighter than Frannie, her figure
adorned and revealed by its single, simple garment--more like a short,
glistening veil than a dress. Her hair was long and dark, caught by
a band at her neck, and flowing free beneath. Her arms and legs were
bare. At her wrists, gray-blue bands with small tassels; on her feet,
queerly high-heeled wooden sandals, with tasseled thongs crossing on
her ankles. The sandals clacked as she walked; her step was mincing,
with a suggestion of the Orientals of our Earth.
Brett eyed the sandals with a humorous twinkle. "For why are those,
Leela?"
Her blush heightened. "In honor of our guests. I thought you would like
them."
With a swift gesture, she stooped, untied the thongs and cast the
sandals off. Her feet were very white, small and delicately formed,
with rounded, polished nails stained pink. She stood untrammeled, lithe
and graceful as a faun.
"I am glad to meet Brett's sister--and his friend. And you, Martt--I
am glad to see you again." Her voice was soft as a Latin's. She shook
hands with Martt and with me, and returned Frannie's affectionate
embrace.
As I saw them together--these two girls of different worlds--I was
struck with the dissimilarity of them. Pert, vivacious little Frannie,
blue-eyed, fair of hair--brown-skinned from the outdoor life she loved.
And Leela--smooth, white skin, dark hair and luminous eyes, a fragile
grace to her every movement. None of my words are adequate. There was
about her an aura of romance; a strange wild spirit of something for
which every man in his soul has a longing; a beauty with a quality
ethereal--half human, but half divine.
A twinge of conscience came to me that I--Frank Elgon--could think such
thoughts and see such beauty in any girl who was not Frannie.
Leela was saying, "My father would have you come down soon. And Zee is
down there--Zee is very much excited, Brett. There is so much to do
before tonight----"
Brett's arm was around her. "And you--of course you're not excited, are
you, Leela?"
She returned his caress, embarrassed further by his teasing. He added,
"We will be down presently."
"Yes," she said; and with a pretty gesture, she left us.
The sandals lay discarded on the floor. Brett gathered them up,
regarding them tenderly. "She is so easy to tease, I love to do it. But
if you try that with Zee----"
"You shouldn't tease her," said Frannie. "She's a darling. I love her
already."
Brett's wedding day! For all his quiet, whimsical teasing of Leela,
the love he bore her enveloped him like a shining cloak. Yet his
father whom he loved so dearly was dead, and Brett did not know it. I
whispered to Martt about it later.
"I think we should not tell him," said Martt. "Not--until we have to."
And we did not. Looking back on it now, how much was to happen to
Brett--to Martt, to us all! What fearsome things--danger, desperation,
despair--were to be our allotted portion before we even thought again
of old Dr. Gryce who was dead!