He no longer looked to Keith for instructions.
Mary Josephine sat down opposite Keith at the table. She was telling
him, with that warm laughter and happiness in her eyes, how the sun had
wakened her, and how she had helped Wallie get breakfast. For the first
time Keith was looking at her from a point of vantage; there was just
so much distance between them, no more and no less, and the light was
right. She was, to him, exquisite. The little puckery lines came into
her smooth forehead when he apologized for his tardiness by explaining
that he had not gone to bed until one o'clock. Her concern was
delightful. She scolded him while Wallie brought in the breakfast, and
inwardly he swelled with the irrepressible exultation of a great
possessor. He had never had anyone to scold him like that before. It
was a scolding which expressed Mary Josephine's immediate
proprietorship of him, and he wondered if the pleasure of it made him
look as silly as Wallie. His plans were all gone. He had intended to
play the idiotic part of one who had partly lost his memory, but
throughout the breakfast he exhibited no sign that he was anything but
healthfully normal. Mary Josephine's delight at the improvement of his
condition since last night shone in her face and eyes, and he could see
that she was strictly, but with apparent unconsciousness, guarding
herself against saying anything that might bring up the dread shadow
between them.
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