"Poor Penton!" I cried. "Poor Penton!"
At last I sympathised fully with him.
* * * * *
Ashamed, in my slowly gathering new man's pride, I did not go in to see
Mrs. Rond. Instead, I drove past her house with that curious, bent-kneed
walk of mine,--and I walked and walked, not heeding the cold, till the
ocean shouldered, phosphorescent, in the enormous night toward me.
* * * * *
Home again, I slept like a drunkard. It was broad day when I woke.
I had dreamed deliciously all night of Hildreth ... was strangely not
unsatisfied--when I woke again to the hell of the reality her letter had
plunged me into.
* * * * *
Mrs. Rond ... of course I finally took her into my confidence, and told
her the entire story....
"Not to speak in disparagement of Hildreth, I knew it all along, Johnnie
... knew that this would be the result ... but come, come, you have
bigger things in you ... Penton Baxter will win his divorce sooner or
later. Hildreth has another man, poor little girl! You have all that God
means you to have at present: _Your first book_!"
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