"Good-night."




CHAPTER XIII

A LIVING POEM

Part of Frank's most trying interview, next to the meeting with his wife,
was that with Mackenzie, who had been his special commissioner in the
movement of his masquerade. Mackenzie also had learned a great deal
since she had brought Lali--home. She, like others, had come to care
truly for the sweet barbarian, and served her with a grim kind of
reverence. Just in proportion as this had increased, her respect for
Frank had decreased. No man can keep a front of dignity in the face of
an unbecoming action. However, Mackenzie had her moment, and when it was
over, the new life began at no general disadvantage to Frank. To all
save the immediate family Frank and Lali were a companionable husband and
wife. She rode with him, occasionally walked with him, now and again
sang to him, and they appeared in the streets of St. Albans and at the
Abbey together, and oftener still in the village church near, where the
Armours of many generations were proclaimed of much account in the solid
virtues of tomb and tablet.

The day had gone by when Lali attracted any especial notice among the
villagers, and she enjoyed the quiet beauty and earnestness of the
service. But she received a shock one Sunday. She had been nervous all
the week, she could not tell why, and others remarked how her face had
taken on a new sensitiveness, a delicate anxiety, and that her strength