Jane and Viola settled down to life together,
and Viola, despite the tragedy which she had known,
realized a peace and happiness beyond her imagina-
tion. In reality, although she still looked so youth-
ful, she was old enough to enjoy the pleasures of later
life. Enjoy them she did to the utmost. She and
Jane made calls together, entertained friends at
small and stately dinners, and gave little teas. They
drove about in the old Carew carriage. Viola had
some new clothes. She played very well on Jane's
old piano. She embroidered, she gardened. She
lived the sweet, placid life of an older lady in a little
village, and loved it. She never mentioned Harold
Lind.
Not among the vicious of the earth was poor Har-
old Lind; rather among those of such beauty and
charm that the earth spoils them, making them, in
their own estimation, free guests at all its tables
of bounty. Moreover, the young man had, deeply
rooted in his character, the traits of a mischievous
child, rejoicing in his mischief more from a sense of
humor so keen that it verged on cruelty than from
any intention to harm others. Over that affair of
the amethyst comb, for instance, his irresponsible,
selfish, childish soul had fairly reveled in glee. He
had not been fond of Viola, but he liked her fondness
for himself.
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