Gabriel looked very tired; I spread a rug out on the grass, and he
fell asleep with his head on my knees. My pretty Constance said to
me, "You will be tired, you have nothing to lean against," and she
brought her chair up behind me so that I might lean against her. She
is very sweet, my Constance. She put her head down next to mine, and
we spoke in whispers, mostly of him. She has no suspicion that she
loves him more than need be. But it came into my head then, looking
down at Gabriel's pale face, and remembering how he had said he
could not sleep of nights, that perhaps he knows he loves her.
I must watch them more closely. To-morrow I am going to the Cottage.
I fear my visits there a little. Jane is very fond of me; it is
difficult to hide from her that, just at present, I am not so happy
as I was. Gabriel and Constance would, of course, notice it also,
but they are not quite themselves.
_June 27th._--I think I feel as men must who die of thirst adrift in
mid-ocean. There is nothing in creation I could not tell Gabriel and
Constance between them, yet I must now bear the burden of a secret I
can share with neither.
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