Margaret was quite pale as she looked at him. She remembered now the sum which Annie had told her she was to receive. She made no disclaimer. Her lips felt stiff. While Wilbur wished for no disclaimer, she could yet see that he was a little surprised at receiving none, but she could not speak. She merely gazed at him in a helpless sort of fashion. The grapes which hung over her friend’s garden wall were not very simple. They were much beside grapes. Wilbur returned her look pityingly.
“Poor girl,” he said, kissing her hands again; “she is all tired out and I must let her go to bed. Standing on a pedestal is rather tiresome, if it is gratifying, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” said Margaret, with a weary sigh from her heart. How little the poor man knew of the awful torture of standing upon the pedestal of another, and at the same time holding before one’s eyes that looking-glass with all the cross-lights of existence full upon it!
Margaret went to bed, but she could not sleep. All night long she revolved the problem of how she should settle the matter with Annie Eustace. She did not for a second fear Annie’s betrayal, but there was that matter of the publishers. Would they be content to allow matters to rest?
The next morning Margaret endeavoured to get Annie on the telephone but found that she had gone to New York. Annie’s Aunt Harriet replied. She herself had sent the girl on several errands.
Margaret could only wait. She feared lest Annie might not return before Wilbur and in such a case she could not discuss matters with her before the next day. Margaret had a horrible time during the next six hours. The mail was full of letters of congratulation. A local reporter called to interview her. She sent word that she was out, but he was certain that he had seen her. The children heard the news and pestered her with inquiries about her book and wondering looks at her. Callers came in the afternoon and it was all about her book. Nobody could know how relieved she was after hearing the four-thirty train, to see little Annie Eustace coming through her gate. Annie stood before her stiffly. The day was very warm and the girl looked tired and heated.