Jennette Lee

“ Then they passed to a tree on the other side of the terrace and sat down. She could not see the tree from the sewing-room—only the sound of voices came to her and now and then laughter—a little unreal and hesitating, it seemed to her. But the scent of a very good cigar that drifted across to her had nothing unreal in its fragrance. ”

“ The voice was pleading. "We do not want to hurt Elise," she added after a minute.
"It will not hurt Elise," he replied firmly. "Elise has always understood." The words had a secure ring.
"Come, mother—you must lie down and rest. I must take care of you just as I used to!" He bent over her tenderly, and she lifted her face for a kiss. . . .
Then she turned and moved blindly toward the window of the sewing- room. She stepped in, facing the seamstress. Outside on the terrace, Milly could see the son lighting his cigar and placing it to his lips. ”

“ She gave a little, apologetic smile.
"I cannot bear to have him out of my sight," she confided.
"And I feel the same," said Milly with a half smile.
"Oh!" breathed the mother. She made a motion to the window as if to protect him. "You think you will discover something!" she cried softly. ”