XXI.
WAVERING.
Their home was an apartment at Twenty-ninth Street and Madison Avenue--just
large enough for two with its eleven rooms, all bearing the stamp of
Marian's individuality. She had a keen sense of the beautiful and she had
given her thought and most of her time between the early autumn and the
wedding to making an attractive home. He had not seen her work until they
came together in the late afternoon of a day in the last week of February.
"You--everywhere you," he said, as they inspected room after room. "I don't
see how I could add anything to that. It is beautiful--the things you have
brought together, I mean, the furniture, curtains, carpets, pictures, all
beautiful in themselves, but--"
He was looking at her in that way which made her feel his great love for
her even more deeply than when he put his arms about her and kissed her.
"It reminds me of what I so often think about you. Nature gave you beauty
but you make it wonderful because _you_ shine through it, give it the
force, the expression of your individuality. Other women have noses, eyes,
chins, mouths as beautiful as yours. But only you produce such effects with
the materials. I don't express it very well but--you understand?"
"Yes, I understand.
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