By that time their emotions were apt to be almost
desperately variable.
In his case it had been different--but life was different, easier, when
he had married--and his wedding most appropriate to felicity. Yet that,
against every apparent reason to the contrary, had vanished, and left
him this calm determining of his fate. Through his thoughts a quirk of
memory ran like a tongue of flame. He felt Savina's hand under his
cuff; he felt her sliding, with her arms locked about his neck, out of
her furs in the automobile; a white glimmer, a whisper, she
materialized in the coldness of the night. There was a long-drawn
wailing blast from the locomotive--they were almost entering the train-
shed at Eastlake. When Fanny expected him, and it was possible, she met
him at the station; but tonight he would have to depend on one of the
rattling local motor hacks. Still, he looked for her and was faintly
and unreasonably disappointed at her absence. An uncontrollable
nervousness, as he approached his house, invaded the preparation of a
warm greeting.
* * * * *
Fanny was seated at dinner, and she interrupted her recognition of his
arrival to order his soup brought in. "It's really awfully hard to have
things nice when you come at any time," she said in the voice of
restraint which usually mildly irritated him. He was apt to reply
shortly, unsympathetically; but, firm in the determination to improve
the tone of his relations with Fanny, he cheerfully met the evidence of
her sense of injury.
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