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You seem very comfortable here." Cairy threw away his cigarette and said good-by. "Tom," Conny called from the door, as he descended, "don't forget the dinner." She turned to Percy, "Tom is taking me to dinner to-morrow." There was silence between husband and wife until the door below clicked, and then Conny murmured interrogatively, "Well?"
Surely Cairy was pleasantly installed, as Conny would have said. He was delightful with the governess, who admired his light conversation, and he selected the pony for Molly, and taught her how to fall off gracefully. At domestic moments, which were rare, he effaced himself. He had a curious position in the household that puzzled Vickers. He was accepted, the wheels ran around him.
And suddenly she saw how dead it all was: not merely her feeling for Cairy, but her whole past, the petty things clone or felt by that petty other self, ending with the tragic fact of Vickers's sacrifice.
They plodded across the meadow in silence, Cairy thinking of the interview in the city, his spirits rising as they always soared at the slightest hint of an "opening." "I'll make her take the play," he said to himself; "she isn't much good as an actress, but I must get the thing on. I'll need the money."
When the music began, Isabelle found herself in a recess of the farther room with several people whom she did not know. Cairy had disappeared, and Isabelle settled back to enjoy the music and study the company. In the kaleidoscope of the day, however, another change was to come, one that at the time made no special impression on her, but one that she was to remember years afterward.
Conny murmured, looking at him with her full soft eyes, realizing in her own way that in this fragile body there was the soul of the lover, born to love, to burn in some fashion before some altar, always. The special aroma that Cairy brought to his love-making was this sense that for the time it was all there was in life, that it shut out past and future.
Isabelle could see Conny's masterly hand in it all.... When the service was over, Isabelle waited to speak with Conny, who had asked her to stay. She saw Cairy go out behind the Senator, who looked properly grave and concerned, his black frock-coat setting off the thick white hair on the back of his head.
But after he had left the room she called him back. "You didn't kiss me," she said sweetly. "You may if you like, just once.... There!" she raised her head and smiled at Cairy, with that satisfaction which emotional moments brought to her. "You had better get to work, too. You can't have been of much use to Gossom lately." And she settled herself at her desk with the telephone book.
When Isabelle entered the room, she closed the door behind her and stood with her back against it for support. She wore the same white dress that she had had on when Cairy and Vickers had left her, not having changed it for tea. It had across the breast a small red stain, the stain of her brother's blood. Cairy reached out his hands and started towards her, crying: "Isabelle! Isabelle! how awful!
But Lane in his ordinary monosyllabic manner pointed to a nest of ground sparrows beside the path. "Guess we had better move this establishment to a safer place," he remarked, as he carefully put the nest into the thicket. When they reached the hall, Isabelle, followed by Cairy, entered from the opposite door. "Hello, Tom; when did you get in?" Lane asked in his ordinary equable voice.
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