“Adams sent me to the hospital to get the latest on it,” he told Anne.
“They wouldn’t let me see him. He’s delirious, anyway. He may lose one
eye. It was a bell boy who caught him in the act and jogged up his arm.
The bullet just grazed the brow and went through the ceiling. It was the
smoke that got the eye. Ass! Not to lock his door! Some bell boy! Nerve,
that kid had. I got his story too. Don’t know why he had to butt in,
though! Pressy’s not thanking him any.”
Glenn’s face was as white as the petals of the paper narcissus blowing
in the June breeze by the side of the long chair. Anne’s eyes were black
with pain. They were both breathing fast. Short, nervous breaths.
After a minute Anne muttered. “He’ll get over it and be happy yet. He’ll
go on and have a good life. See if he doesn’t! It was Joan, of course.”
“How did you know? Yes, it was. But don’t say it to a soul. Promise? He
saw her in town after he learned he’d lost out at Yale. He said
something to frighten her. Must have, I think. She saw he was desperate,
anyway. And she refused to see him again. Cut him right out. I knew he’d
written since and called her up. He told me this was what he’d do
too,—blow his brains out. But I—fool—couldn’t believe him. Anne, I
laughed at him. Didn’t help him any.... You see I simply can’t imagine
any one being so desperate he’ll do a thing—like this. I can’t yet, as a
matter of fact. But if I’d _had_ the imagination, I might have saved
him. It’s worse now, it seems to me, than as if he’d succeeded. Ghastly
humiliating, unless he tries again and does a clean job next time. I was
a damned fool. I am a damned fool.... I failed him....”
Anne held her cigarette case toward Glenn again, pulling one out for
herself at the same time. Glenn lit his from the stub of the one about
to burn his fingers, and kicked viciously at the clump of paper
narcissus blowing beside them, there in the June garden. Anne’s eyes
followed the kick sympathetically. Her hands, clutching the arms of the
long chair, were shaking. And she had thought she was going to be calm
when Glenn came home!
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