The dog was, in a
sense, a gift of the gods. Let me say it to you. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid,
patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a
pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last
century, and some other articles of female attire. Oh, peste, he will ruin all. “It was inevitable,” he declared. He’ll
never ask because I’m not in with those people, you
know? Well, I guess John Diedermayer might have some
connection, but, I certainly don’t. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. These sweeping dignities were
not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed
things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. ’
His features relaxed again and he grinned. "Fifty now and fifty when I return. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said.
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