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Ditmar had already been there, and left for Boston. Janet did not like to acknowledge to herself her disappointment on learning that Ditmar had gone to Boston.
Well, they were going to Boston; if Ditmar had said they were going to Bagdad it would have been quite as credible and incredible. Wherever they were going, it was into the larger, larger life, and walls were to crumble before them, walls through which they would pass, even as they rent the white veil of the storm, into regions of beauty....
"She's been acting so queer lately, she's not been herself at all." "Now there you go, borrowing trouble, mother," Edward exclaimed. He could not take his eyes from Janet, but continued to regard her with benevolence. "Lise'll get married some day. I don't suppose we can expect another Mr. Ditmar...." "Well," said Hannah, presently, "there's no use sitting up all night."
A longing to see Ditmar again invaded her: he would take an early train, he would be at the office by nine. How could she wait until then? With a movement that had become habitual, subconscious, she reached out her hand to arouse her sister. The coldness of the sheets on the right side of the bed sent a shiver through her a shiver of fear. "Lise!" she called.
"Oh sure," said Lise, and added darkly: "I guess Ditmar likes to see you look well." After this Janet refused obstinately to speak to Lise, to answer, when they reached home, her pleadings and complaints to their mother that Janet had bought a new suit and refused to exhibit it.
"Well, this is cosy, isn't it?" said Ditmar to Janet when they were alone. He handed her the menu, and snapped his fingers for a waitress. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to this place?" she asked. "I wanted to surprise you. Don't you like it?" "Yes," she replied. "Only " "Only, what?" "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that here." "All right.
The sight of the gold piece, indeed, had suddenly revived in Janet the queer feeling of faintness, almost of nausea she had experienced after parting with Lottie Myers. And by some untoward association she was reminded of a conversation she had had with Ditmar on the Saturday afternoon following their first Sunday excursion, when, on opening her pay envelope, she had found twenty dollars.
Well, as sure as I live when I went by that window the other day when they first knocked it down I said to Sadie, 'those are the rags Janet would buy if she had the ready. Have you got another raise out of Ditmar?" "If I have, it isn't any business of yours," Janet retorted. "I've got a right to do as I please with my own money."
At first, as he read his mail, he seemed scarcely conscious of her presence. She stood by the window, awaiting his pleasure, watching the white mist as it rolled over the floor of the river, catching glimpses in vivid, saffron blurs of the lights of the Arundel Mill on the farther shore. Autumn was at hand. Suddenly she heard Ditmar speaking.
For the first time in his life he began to doubt the universal conquering quality of his own charms, and when such a thing happens to a man like Ditmar he is in danger of hell-fire.
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