Henderson hated that trip, and implored Edith not to
take it, but she made no effort to conceal from him what she suffered,
and it was more than he could endure. He pointed out that Philip had
gone away without leaving an address, because he did not wish to see
her, or any of them. But Edith was so sure of her power, she felt
certain Philip needed only to see her to succumb to her beauty as he
always had done, while now she was ready to plead for forgiveness. So
they came down the Brushwood road, and Henderson had just said to Edith
beside him: "This should be the Comstock land on our left."
A minute later the wood ended, while the sunlight, as always pitiless,
etched with distinctness the scene at the west end of the cabin.
Instinctively, to save Edith, Henderson set the horn blowing. He had
thought to drive to the city, but Polly Ammon arose crying: "Phil!
Phil!" Tom Levering was on his feet shouting and waving, while Edith
in her most imperial manner ordered him to turn into the lane leading
through the woods beside the cabin.
"Find some way for me to have a minute alone with her," she commanded as
he stopped the car.
"That is my sister Polly, her fiance Tom Levering, a friend of mine
named Henderson, and----" began Philip,
"--and Edith Carr," volunteered Elnora.
"And Edith Carr," repeated Philip Ammon. "Elnora, be brave, for my sake.
Their coming can make no difference in any way. I won't let them stay
but a few minutes.
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