But I'll try."
He felt somewhat better after that, altho he felt a certain
ignominy, too, that always, until such a time, he had gone on his
own, .as it were, and that now, when he no longer sufficed for
himself, he should beseech the Almighty.
Natalie had had a sleeping-powder, and at last he heard her moaning
cease and the stealthy movements of her maid as she lowered the
window shades. It was dawn.
During the next two days Clayton worked as he never had worked
before, still perhaps with that unspoken pact in mind. Worked too,
to forget. He had sent several cables, but no reply came until
the third day. He did not sleep at night. He did not even go to
bed. He sat in the low chair in his dressing-room, dozing
occasionally, to waken with a start at some sound in the hall.
Now and again, as the trained nurse who was watching Natalie at
night moved about the hallways, he would sit up, expecting a
summons that did not come.
She still refused to see him. It depressed and frightened him, for
how could he fulfill his part of the compact when she so sullenly
shut him out of her life?
He was singularly simple in his fundamental beliefs.
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