parting from her dead lover. She was sure that she knew exactly how Belle
felt then, how she was feeling now.

When the lights were switched on again and they rose to go out, Georgina
was so deeply under the spell of the play that it gave her a little shock
of surprise when Belle began talking quite cheerfully and in her ordinary
manner to her next neighbor. She even laughed in response to some joking
remark as they edged their way slowly up the aisle to the door. It seemed
to Georgina that if she had lived through a scene like the one they had
just witnessed, she could never smile again. On the way out she glanced
up again at Belie several times, wondering.

Going home the street was even more crowded than it had been coming. They
could barely push their way along, and were bumped into constantly by
people dodging back to escape the jam when the crowd had to part to let a
vehicle through. But after a few blocks of such jostling the going was
easier. The drug-store absorbed part of the throng, and most of the
procession turned up Carver Street to the Gifford House and the cottages
beyond on Bradford Street.

By the time Georgina and Belle came to the last half-mile of the plank
walk, scarcely a footstep sounded behind them. After passing the Green
Stairs there was an unobstructed view of the harbor. A full moon was high
overhead, flooding the water and beach with such a witchery of light that
Georgina moved along as if she were in a dream--in a silver dream beside
a silver sea.

Belle pointed to a little pavilion in sight of the breakwater. "Let's go
over there and sit down a few minutes," she said. "It's a waste of good
material to go indoors on a night like this."