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Twist as he leaned against the bookcase and gazed down at Anna-Felicitas, who for her part was gazing beatifically into space; but through the anger, and the jealousy, and the anxiety, and the sense of responsibility and mortification one great thought was struggling, and it finally pushed every other aside and got out to the top of the welter: here, in the chair before him, he beheld his sister-in-law.
This conversation didn't take place till the afternoon of the next day, by which time Anna-Felicitas already knew about the human freight being Germans, for one of their own submarines came after the St. Luke and no one was quite so loud in expression of terror and dislike as the two Germans. They demanded to be saved first, on the ground that they were Germans.
Anna-Felicitas didn't even raise her head, she felt so very uncomfortable. At eight o'clock the stewardess looked in the same stewardess, they languidly noted, with whom already they had had two encounters, for it happened that this was one of the cabins she attended to and said that if anybody wanted breakfast they had better be quick or it would be over.
"We ought to have hired somebody," thought Anna-Rose, eyeing the handkerchiefs with miserable little eyes. "I believe I've gone and caught a cold," remarked Anna-Felicitas in her gentle, staid voice, for she was having a good deal of bother with her eyes and her nose, and could no longer conceal the fact that she was sniffing. Anna-Rose discreetly didn't look at her.
Should he or shouldn't he take a turning he knew of a couple of miles farther that led up an unused and practically undrivable track back by the west side to The Open Arms, and instruct Mrs. Bilton to proceed at once down the lane and salvage Anna-Felicitas? Should he or shouldn't he?
Elliott waved his stick again. Mr. Twist responded by the briefest touch of his cap, and whirred down the road out of sight. "Does he mind your sitting here?" asked Elliott. "It would be very unreasonable," said Anna-Felicitas gently. "One has to sit somewhere."
Aunt Alice had been, as her custom was, vague, when Anna-Rose, having given her the desired promise not to talk or let Anna-Felicitas talk to strange men, and desiring to collect any available information for her guidance in her new responsible position had asked, "But when are men not strange?" "When you've married them," said Aunt Alice. "After that, of course, you love them."
"But it can't help it," said Anna-Felicitas through the crack of door she held open; she was already in her nightgown. "You wouldn't either if you were a canary," she added, reasoning with the messenger. "It's just got to help it," said he. "But why shouldn't it sing?" "Complaints." "But it always has sung." "That is so. And it has sung once too often.
Before getting to Los Angeles they had dressed themselves carefully in what Anna-Felicitas called their favourable-impression-on-arrival garments, those garments Aunt Alice had bought for them on their mother's death, expressing the wave of sympathy in which she found herself momentarily engulfed by going to a very good and expensive dressmaker; and in the black perfection of these clothes the twins looked like two well-got-up and very attractive young crows.
Twist, "up to as recently as eleven o'clock last night, he has been what I think can be quite accurately described as our faithful two-footed companion." "Yes," said Anna-Rose. "As much as that we've been friends. Practically inseparable." "So that it really is very surprising," said Anna-Felicitas to Mr. Twist, "that you didn't tell your mother about us." Mr. Twist got up.
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