第65章

“Iwassureshewouldthinkbetterofit。Pooroldfellow!

I’vebeenthroughitall，andIcansympathize。“

Withthatheheavedagreatsigh，andthen，asifhehaddischargedhisdutytothepast，puthisfeetuponthesofaandenjoyedAmy’sletterluxuriously。

Whilethesechangesweregoingonabroad，troublehadcomeathome。ButthelettertellingthatBethwasfailingneverreachedAmy，andwhenthenextfoundheratVevay，fortheheathaddriventhemfromNiceinMay，andtheyhadtravelledslowlytoSwitzerland，bywayofGenoaandtheItalianlakes。Sheboreitverywell，andquietlysubmittedtothefamilydecreethatsheshouldnotshortenhervisit，forsinceitwastoolatetosaygoodbyetoBeth，shehadbetterstay，andletabsencesoftenhersorrow。Butherheartwasveryheavy，shelongedtobeathome，andeverydaylookedwistfullyacrossthelake，waitingforLaurietocomeandcomforther。

Hedidcomeverysoon，forthesamemailbroughtletterstothemboth，buthewasinGermany，andittooksomedaystoreachhim。Themomenthereadit，hepackedhisknapsack，badeadieutohisfellowpedestrians，andwasofftokeephispromise，withaheartfullofjoyandsorrow，hopeandsuspense。

HeknewVevaywell，andassoonastheboattouchedthelittlequay，hehurriedalongtheshoretoLaTour，wheretheCarrolswerelivingenpension。Thegarconwasindespairthatthewholefamilyhadgonetotakeapromenadeonthelake，butno，theblondemademoisellemightbeinthechateaugarden。Ifmonsierwouldgivehimselfthepainofsittingdown，aflashoftimeshouldpresenther。Butmonsieurcouldnotwaitevena`flashoftime’，andinthemiddleofthespeechdepartedtofindmademoisellehimself。

Apleasantoldgardenonthebordersofthelovelylake，withchestnutsrustlingoverhead，ivyclimbingeverywhere，andtheblackshadowofthetowerfallingfaracrossthesunnywater。Atonecornerofthewide，lowwallwasaseat，andhereAmyoftencametoreadorwork，orconsoleherselfwiththebeautyallabouther。Shewassittingherethatday，leaningherheadonherhand，withahomesickheartandheavyeyes，thinkingofBethandwonderingwhyLauriedidnotcome。Shedidnothearhimcrossthecourtyardbeyond，norseehimpauseinthearchwaythatledfromthesubterraneanpathintothegarden。Hestoodaminutelookingatherwithneweyes，seeingwhatnoonehadeverseenbefore，thetendersideofAmy’scharacter。

Everythingabouthermutelysuggestedloveandsorrow，theblottedlettersinherlap，theblackribbonthattiedupherhair，thewomanlypainandpatienceinherface，eventhelittleebonycrossatherthroatseemedpathetictoLaurie，forhehadgivenittoher，andsheworeitasheronlyornament。

Ifhehadanydoubtsaboutthereceptionshewouldgivehim，theyweresetatresttheminuteshelookedupandsawhim，fordroppingeverything，sherantohim，exclaiminginatoneofunmistakableloveandlonging……

“Oh，Laurie，Laurie，Iknewyou’dcometome!“

Ithinkeverythingwassaidandsettledthen，forastheystoodtogetherquitesilentforamoment，withthedarkheadbentdownprotectinglyoverthelightone，AmyfeltthatnoonecouldcomfortandsustainhersowellasLaurie，andLauriedecidedthatAmywastheonlywomanintheworldwhocouldfillJo’splaceandmakehimhappy。Hedidnottellherso，butshewasnotdisappointed，forbothfeltthetruth，weresatisfied，andgladlylefttheresttosilence。

InaminuteAmywentbacktoherplace，andwhileshedriedhertears，Lauriegatheredupthescatteredpapers，findinginthesightofsundrywell-wornlettersandsuggestivesketchesgoodomensforthefuture。Ashesatdownbesideher，amyfeltshyagain，andturnedrosyredattherecollectionofherimpulsivegreeting。

“Icouldn’thelpit，Ifeltsolonelyandsad，andwassoverygladtoseeyou。Itwassuchasurprisetolookupandfindyou，justasIwasbeginningtofearyouwouldn’tcome，“shesaid，tryinginvaintospeakquitenaturally。

“IcametheminuteIheard。IwishIcouldsaysomethingtocomfortyouforthelossofdearlittleBeth，butIcanonlyfeel，and……“Hecouldnotgetanyfurther，forhertooturnedbashfulallofasudden，anddidnotquiteknowwhattosay。HelongedtolayAmy’sheaddownonhisshoulder，andtellhertohaveagoodcry，buthedidnotdare，sotookherhandinstead，andgaveitasympatheticsqueezethatwasbetterthanwords。

“Youneedn’tsayanything，thiscomfortsme，“shesaidsoftly。“Bethiswellandhappy，andImustn’twishherback，butIdreadthegoi