The flat was now furnished, and the beginning of autumn saw it occupied
by the two friends. Realization in this instance lacked the delight of
anticipation. At last Katherine was the bachelor girl she had longed to
be, but the pleasures of freedom were as Dead Sea fruit to the lips. At
last Dorothy was effectually cut off from all thoughts of slavery, with
unlimited money to do what she pleased with, yet after all, of what
advantage was it in solving the problem that haunted her by day and
filled her dreams by night. She faced the world with seeming unconcern,
for she had not the right to mourn, even if she knew he were dead. He
had made no claim; had asked for no affection; had written no word to
her but what all the world might read. Once a week she made a little
journey up the Hudson to see how her church was coming on, and at first
Katherine accompanied her, but now she went alone. Katherine was too
honest a girl to pretend an interest where she felt none. She could not
talk of architecture when she was thinking of a man and his fate. At
first she had been querulously impatient when no second communication
came. Her own letters, she said, must have reached him, otherwise they
would have been returned. Later, dumb fear took possession of her, and
she grew silent, plunged with renewed energy into her books, joined
a technical school, took lessons, and grew paler and paler until her
teachers warned her she was overdoing it. Inwardly she resented the
serene impassiveness of her friend, who consulted calmly with the
architect upon occasion about the decoration of the church, when men’s
liberty was gone, and perhaps their lives. She built up within her mind
a romance of devotion, by which her lover, warning in vain the stolid
Englishman, had at last been involved in the ruin that Drummond’s
stubbornness had brought upon them both, and unjustly implicated the
quiet woman by her side in the responsibility of this sacrifice. Once or
twice she spoke with angry impatience of Drummond and his stupidity, but
Dorothy neither defended nor excused, and so no open rupture occurred
between the two friends, for a quarrel cannot be one-sided.
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