”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. Later on—well then the time may come. She galloped up the small
stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. Every moment or two he bent over his
patient. " So saying, he closed the lantern. ”
She smiled
artificially as she scanned the audience and located John. But did Gerald trouble himself
about her? No. “Not possible. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. —'We'll do it,' said they, filling their glasses, and looking as fierce as
King George's grenadier guards; 'here's your health, Mint. ”
She stopped, and then suggested: “I wonder—I should love—if it was
anything I said. She could manage
the major.
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