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Clopin's pension, she had addressed a similar behest to Andora Macy. Andora had lifted a look of startled conjecture. "Why, thisone's never been opened! Do you suppose that awful woman could have kept it from him?" Lizzie laughed. Andora's imaginings were really puerile. "What awful woman? His landlady? Don't be such a goose, Andora.
"Why, Lizzie, do you know what he used the bag for? To keepyour letters in!" Lizzie looked up more quickly. She was aware that Andora's pronoun had changed its object, and was now applied to Deering. And it struck her as odd, and slightly disagreeable, that a letter of hers should be found among the rubbish abandoned in her husband's New York lodgings. "How funny! Give it to me, please."
A moment later the gate opened slowly to admit a perambulator, propelled by the nurse and flanked by Juliet and Andora. Lizzie's eyes rested on the familiar group as if she hadnever seen it before, and she stood motionless, instead of flyingdown to meet the children. Suddenly there was a step on the stairs, and she heard Andora's agitated knock.
She could not have breathed a word of her bliss, but she was not altogethersorry to have it guessed, and pity for Andora's destitution yielded to the pleasure of using it as a mirror for her own abundance. DEERING wrote again on reaching New York, a long, fond, dissatisfied letter, vague in its indication of his own projects, specific in the expression of his love.
The next evening, on her return home, she found Andora hovering in the entrance hall. "I thought you'd like me to put this in your own hand," Miss Macy whispered significantly, pressing a letter upon Lizzie. "I couldn't bear to see it lying on the table with theothers." It was Deering's letter from the steamer. Lizzie blushed tothe forehead, but without resenting Andora's divination.
Lizzie, in some dark hollow of herself, heard the echo of a laugh. Andora always thought she knew how people felt! "Tell Marthe to take him with her when she fetches Juliet home from school." "Yes, yes." Andora gloated over her. "If you'd only give way, my darling!" The baby, howling, dived over Andora's shoulder for the bag. "Oh, take him!" his mother ordered.
There were moments, in fact, when Lizzie almost fell in with Andora's summary division of her works of art into articles safe or unsafe for the baby to lick, or resisted it only to the extent of occasionally substituting some less precious or less perishable object for the particular fragility on which her son's desire was fixed.
As soon as he comes in I'll go to him. The sooner we get it over the better." She followed Lizzie, who without answering her had turned mechanically back to the window. As they stood there, the gate moved again, and Deering entered the garden. "There he is now!" Lizzie felt Andora's fervent clutch uponher arm. "Where are the letters? I will go down at once. You allow me to speak for you?
Jackson Benn had fixed her attention, and the languid effort of her imagination to adjust him to her requirements was seconded by thefond complicity of Andora and the smiling approval of her cousins. Lizzie did not discourage these demonstrations: she suffered serenely Andora's allusions to Mr. Benn's infatuation, and Mrs. Mears's casual boast of his business standing.
With vertiginousspeed and microscopic vision she was reliving that whole period of her life, stripping bare again the black ruin over which the drift of three happy years had fallen. She laughed at Andora's notion of a conspiracy of the letters having been "kept back."
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