I should have gone in and ordered a new
dress; any other woman you know would have done that; and, I have no
doubt, would have told you it was old when it wasn't. I wish I didn't
show that I care so much and kept you guessing. You'd be much more
interested if you weren't so sure of me. That seems to me queer--
loyalty and affection, and racking your brain to make your husband
comfortable and happy, don't bring you anything. They don't! You'll
leave at once for a night in New York or a new face with an impudent
bang at the dances. I have always tried to do what I thought was right,
but I'm getting discouraged."
"Don't lose patience with me," he begged gravely. "If I am worth the
effort to you, Fanny, don't stop. I do the best I can. Coming out in
the train I made up my mind to stop petty quarreling. No, wait--if it
is my fault that makes it easy, we're done with it."
"From the way you talk," she objected, "anyone would think we did
nothing but fight. And that isn't true; we have never had a bit of
serious trouble." She rose, coming around to him:
"That wasn't a very nice kiss we had when you came in. I was horrid."
Lee Randon kissed her again. The cool familiarity of her lips was
blurred in the remembered clinging intensity of Savina's mouth. "Lee,
dear, blow out the candles; the servants forget, and those blue
handmade ones cost twenty-five cents apiece.
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