Chapter 73

She went in. How like and yet unlike that day of spring when she awakened Ralph Elmer with a catkin kiss! She was not going to awaken Robert in any such way, because she dared not. She was only going to see if he was ill or well. She tip-toed across the little kitchen, dim in the early light, with its one window sheeted in rain. His head was sunk a little forward. The broad, beautiful brow looked weary. The long lashes that had never made him look womanish lay on cheeks grown thinner in the last year, where the fin…