THE FINDING OF NORAH TH PART I HESE are difficult times for any one who wants to see clearly as far as she can see at all, and has only an average mind to find her way about with." Norah spoke with her face half-hidden against the strength and breadth of Henry's chest. They stood in the hall by the front door, to which place she had followed him as usual, that they might say good-bye undisturbed by the observation of amused or indifferent persons. He laughed indulgently with his fine head a little raised as he wound a scarf about his throat. "You think too much," he said. "You will get a line between your brows if you don't take care." "You have one," - she put up her hands and stretched smooth the cleft on his forehead. "You have one; but you don't think, Henry. You are sure of things without having to puzzle them out." She had not meant to speak in irony, and yet as the words came they sent a little shaft of discomfort through her. Quickly, quickly she hid her face again upon the strength of Henry's bosom and felt she had been disloyal to it. The disloyalty, if there was any, remained unperceived by the powerful young man against whom Norah leaned. Nevertheless, his face grew suddenly angry while he muttered, "It does n't take much thought to make up your mind about things that are as bad as this." Norah knew the sudden flare of anger in his eyes. She had seen it first during the November elections when the man Henry detested had been sent back to the White House. |