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After that little speech of Frances Freeland's there was a silence that Nedda thought would last forever, till her aunt, pressing close to Tod's shoulder, spoke. "You want me to stop Derek. I tell you all what I've just told Nedda. I don't attempt to control Derek; I never have. For myself, when I see a thing I hate I can't help fighting against it. I shall never be able to help that.
Derek is simply full of it; I want to feel like that, too, and I mean to." His face grew twinkly; he put out his hand. And wondering a little whether he meant her to, Nedda timidly stretched forth her own and grasped it. "I like you," he said. "Love your cousin and don't worry." Nedda's eyes slipped into the distance. "But I'm afraid for him. If you saw him, you'd know."
The onlooker, like Lucilla van Tromp or Derek Pruyn, might wonder what were those hidden forces of affinity which led a man to single Mrs. Wappinger out of all the women in the world; but to Mrs. Wappinger herself the circumstance could not be otherwise than pleasing.
For liberty! only simple liberty not to be treated as though they had no minds or souls of their own weren't the public to know that? If they were allowed to think that it was all wanton mischief that Derek was just a mischief-maker it would be dreadful! Some one must write and make this known? Her father? But Dad might think it too personal his own relations! Mr. Cuthcott!
If the secret spring worked by James van Tromp had been an active agency in bringing Diane and Derek Pruyn once more together, as well as in creating the intimacy that sprang up during the next two months between Miss Lucilla and the elder Mrs.
When she reached the office Derek had the receiver to his ear and was talking. "Yes, Fulton. Go on. I hear.... Who has rung you up?... I didn't catch ... Miss who? Oh, Miss Marion Grimston.
Only when actually under the shelter of the porch, which some folk thought enhanced the old Greek-temple effect of the Mallorings' house, Derek broke through that taciturnity: "What if they won't?" "Wait and see; and don't lose your head, Derek." The man who stood there when the door opened was tall, grave, wore his hair in powder, and waited without speech.
And here was Freddie Rooke, a man who admired Derek with all his hero-worshipping nature, pointing it out independently. She was annoyed, and she expended her annoyance, as women will do, upon the innocent bystander.
"Now I want to finish my four-act play on Judas. To do so I must have enough to eat and a place to sleep, without being made to worry about it, for a year.... "Can't you help me to a millionaire?" Mackworth answered me generously, affectionately. In two weeks he had procured my millionaire ... Derek, of Chicago, the bathtub magnate ... how much could I get on with?
I called to you to follow." "Oh, I understand. I'm simply trying to explain what happened. I was there all alone, and Wally Mason . . ." "Wally!" Derek uttered a short laugh, almost a bark. "It got to Christian names, eh?" Jill set her teeth. "I told you I knew him as a child. I always called him Wally then." "I beg your pardon. I had forgotten."
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