Chapter 31

"Schuyler," she turned and spoke to him. He rose out of the deck chair, and she saw him raise his hand to the black spectacles which covered his eyes, as if he had the impulse to remove them. But he did not do so--he had been often warned that he must not expose those eyes to the bright sunlight, and never had there been brighter sunlight than that of this August Sunday morning. He came slowly forward, and the massive, commanding figure of Pierpont, president of the board of trustees of the church which Schuyler se…