"I am doing it because I
can't, for the life of me, get rid of the notion that I can act. God
knows I can't, and so does father, and the critics, and every one in
the profession, but I think I can,--so what does it all amount to?
Now, that will be enough about me. As for you, Mr. Barnes, if you have
made up your mind to be foolish, far be it from me to head you off.
You will drop considerably more than a couple of hundred, let me tell
you, and--but, as I said before, that is your business. I must be off
now. It's a long part and I'm slow study. So long,--and thanks!"
He sat down on the Tavern steps and watched her as she swung off down
the road. To his utter amazement, when she reached a point several
hundred yards below the Tavern, she left the highway and, gathering up
her skirts, climbed over the fence into the narrow meadow-land that
formed a frontage at the bottom of the Curtis estate. A few minutes
later she disappeared among the trees at the base of the mountain,
going in the direction of Green Fancy. He had followed her with his
gaze all the way across that narrow strip of pasture. When she came to
the edge of the forest, she stopped and looked back at the Tavern.
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