I just
told them how happy we are together and how devoted you are--fifteen
marvelous years, Lee. It was plain that they envied us." She rose and
came close to him, her widely-opened candid blue eyes level with his
gaze. "Not the slightest atom must ever come between us," she said; "I
couldn't stand it, I've been spoiled. I won't have to, will I, Lee?
Lee, kiss me."
He met the clinging thin passionate purity of her mouth. "No, certainly
not, never," he muttered, extraordinarily stirred. He asserted to
himself that he would make no such fatal mistake. The other, the errant
fancy, was no more than a vagrant unimportant impulse. "Don't let these
women, who cat around, upset you; probably they are thinking not so
much about their husbands as they are of themselves. I've seen that
Alice Lucian parked out in a limousine during a dance, and she was
going right to it."
"It is foolish of me," Fanny agreed, "and not complimentary to our
love. I have kept you so long over nothing that you will be late for
dinner. I don't care!" Her manner bore a foreign trace of abandon in
its radiant happiness; and, with spread fingers on his back, she
propelled him toward the stairs. But, in their room, he failed to
change his clothes: he sat lost in a concentration of thought, of
summoned determination.
The interior, with dotted white Swiss curtains at the large windows,
both an anomaly and an improvement on the architectural origin, was
furnished largely in dull rubbed mahogany, the beds had high slender
fluted posts, snowy ruffled canopies and counterpanes stitched in a
primitive design.
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