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Updated: May 29, 2025
She recalled the little separate phases of the evening's talk, brought them from her memory deliberately, one by one. When she remembered that Mr. Bocqueraz had asked if Billy was "the fiance," for some reason she could not define, she shut her eyes in the dark, and a wave of some new, enveloping delight swept her from feet to head.
Side by side they looked out of the window, for another moment or two, then Bocqueraz turned suddenly and catching her hands in his, asked almost gaily: "Well, this is something, at least, isn't it to be good friends, and to have had this much of each other?" "Surely! A lot!" Susan answered, in smiling relief.
"I beg pardon? Yes yes, exactly, so I'm going to write Lillian at once, and she'll put the wheels in motion!" "I don't know what good angel ever made you think of ME," said Susan. "Don't you?" the man asked, in a low tone. There was a pause. Both stared at the fire. Suddenly Bocqueraz cleared his throat. "Well!" he said, jumping up, "if this clock is right it's after half-past six.
"How dare you monopolize a man like Mr. Bocqueraz for the whole supper dance! I'll bet some of those women are ready to tear your eyes out!" "I've been doing the monopolizing," Mr. Bocqueraz said, turning a rather serious look from Peter, to smile with sudden brightness at Susan.
"Ella wants me to go over to the hotel, anyway, to talk about borrowing chairs for the concert, and I'll go this afternoon," she added, lowering her voice so that it should not penetrate the library, where Ella and Bocqueraz and some luncheon guests were talking together.
She asked Stephen Bocqueraz questions, and he told her of his boyhood dreams, of the early struggles in the big city, of the first success. "One hundred dollars for a story, Susan. It looked a little fortune!" "And were you married then?" "Married?" He smiled. "My dear child, Mrs. Bocqueraz is worth almost a million dollars in her own right. No we have never faced poverty together!"
And in the library, sunk into a deep chair before the fire, she found Stephen Bocqueraz, his head resting against the back of the chair, his knees crossed and his finger-tips fitted together. Susan's heart began to race. He got up and they shook hands, and stood for too long a moment looking at each other. The sense of floating floating losing her anchorage began to make Susan's head spin.
A man like that knows just how to go about it, and Lord, you came pretty near getting in deep!" Susan's face burned and she bit her lip in the darkness. It was unbearable that Billy should think Bocqueraz less in earnest than she had been, should imagine her so easily won! She wished heartily that she had not mentioned the affair.
"The cars stop at about one," said William, "but there's a place two blocks up where we can get a hack. Don't let us take you out of your way." "Good-night, then, lad," said Bocqueraz, laying his hand affectionately on Billy's shoulder. "Good-night, you wonderful little girl. Tell my wife's good cousins in San Rafael that I am coming over very soon to pay my respects."
Bocqueraz would get for anyone belonging to him," said the stewardess, shaking pillows and straightening curtains with great satisfaction, when they reached the luxurious little suite. "He's your father's brother, he tells me. Was that it?" She was only making talk, with the kindliest motives, for a nervous passenger, but the blood rushed into Susan's face.
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