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Close by were the Rogerses, he was a fashionable physician; the Hillary Peytons; the Dentons, all people, according to Cairy, "one might know." When Isabelle came to look more closely into this matter of settling herself in the city, she regretted the Colonel's illiberal will.
When Conny emerged at the end of the hour in street costume, the frown had disappeared, but her fair face wore a preoccupied air. "Hello, Tom!" she said wanly to Cairy, who was dawdling over the paper in the library. "How is it out?" "Warm, a perfect day!" Cairy replied, smiling at her and jumping to his feet. "Is the cab there?" "Yes, shall we start?"
"I know it isn't my house, it isn't my wife, it isn't my affair. But, Tom, my sister and I have been closer than most, even husband and wife. I love her, well, that's neither here nor there!" "What are you driving at, may I ask?" Cairy demanded coldly. "What I am going to say isn't usual it isn't conventional. But I don't know any conventional manner of doing what I want to do.
Lane had always been a pleasant host, and now instead of avoiding Cairy he seemed to seek his society, made an effort to talk to him about his work, and advised him shrewdly in a certain transaction with a theatrical manager. "If she should go away with Cairy," Vickers said to himself, "he will look out for them always!"
"I can't go to-day, Tom, something has turned up." "Something has turned up?" he queried. He was an expert in Conny's moods, but he had seen little of this mood lately. "Business," Conny explained shortly. "Leave the cab, please. I may want it.... No," she added as Cairy came towards her with a question on his lips. "I can't bother to explain, but it's important. We must give up our day."
The endless struggle between those who had and those who envied them what they had. There was another side, she supposed, and in the past Cairy had been at some pains to explain that other side to her. Her husband must of course be prejudiced, like her father; they saw it all too close.
"Oh, there was a lot of talk about something he did, went off to Europe two years ago, and let some politicians make money I don't know just what. But he's not been the same since, he had to drop out of politics." This and something more Isabelle had learned from Cairy, who had heard the gossip among men.
She had made her resolution; she would "dare to live," and that life would be with Cairy! His heart was sad. Though he had tried to free himself of his old dislike of Cairy and see him through Isabelle's eyes, it was useless. He read Tom Cairy's excitable, inflammable, lightly poised nature, with the artist glamour in him that attracted women.
She put her hand softly on his arm. "No matter what is in the way, only for a few weeks!" and her eyes filled with tears, quite genuine tears, which dropped slowly to her pale face. "Percy," she murmured, "don't you love me any longer?"... It was perfectly true, as Conny surmised, that Cairy went to Isabelle.
In his negligent clothes he looked quite slouchy, she had felt that evening, as if he had long ceased to have any interest in his person. "It's all that beast of a woman," she said resentfully to Cairy, remembering the slender, quite elegant brother of the old days. "And to think of his saddling himself with her brat and lugging her around with him!
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