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Bertram's deep rooms were well filled, and Cairy, who still served as her monitor, told Isabelle that most of the women were merely fashionable. The men and there was a good sprinkling of them counted; they all had tickets of one sort or another, and he told them off with a keen phrase for each.
Vickers was not so dull of eye, however, that he did not observe Isabelle and Cairy, sitting side by side on the deck, talking and reading. They tried to "bring him in," but they had a little language of jokes and references personal to themselves. If Vickers wondered what his sister, as he knew her, found so engrossing in the Southerner, he was answered by a remark Isabelle made:
Even if all the law-breaking of which our roads are accused could be proved to be true, nevertheless any philosophic investigator would conclude that the good they have done the efficient service for civilization far outbalances the wrong " "Useful thieves and parasites!" Cairy interposed. "Yes, if you like to put it in those words," Lane resumed quietly.
Isabelle and Cairy, coming up the terrace steps, heard the notes and stopped to listen. "Charming!" Cairy murmured. "His own?" "How I wish he would try to do something, and get his work played by our orchestras! He could if he would only interest himself enough. But the ambition seems gone out of him. He merely smiles when I talk about it." "He'll come back to it," Cairy grinned.
Woodyard, seeing a light in the library, looked in, the traveller's weary smile on his face. "Hello, Percy!" Conny drawled. "What brings you back at this time?" Woodyard came into the room draggingly, nodded to Cairy, and drew a chair up to the fire. His manner showed no surprise at the situation. "Some things came up at Albany," he replied vaguely. "I shall have to go back to-morrow."
"I don't see that Brother Cairy is badly off, he has a good deal of petting, I fancy. I have heard all about that Virginia childhood and the rest of it.... Do you remember, Belle, when we used to go over to the Ed Prices' and were scared when we saw a tramp in the bushes on the hill? And how we ran through the willows as if the devil was after us? Who have the Ed Prices' farm now?"
The river, flushed with spring water, gurgled pleasantly over pebbly shallows. It was very still and drowsy; the birds had not begun their evening song. The two men faced each other, their hands clenched in their coat pockets, and each read the hate in the other's face. "Insult you!" Vickers muttered. "Cairy, you are scum to me scum!"
Although she had just recovered from her yearly attack of grippe, and felt perpetually tired and exhausted, she kept up with her engagement list, besides going once a week to her boys' club, where Cairy helped her. Seeing her tired, restless face, Vickers asked her why she did it all. "I should die if I sat back!" she answered irritably.
Isabella did not love Cairy because of his intellectual grasp, though in the matters she cared for he seemed brilliant. 'It's to be a fight between them, thought Vickers. 'He is giving the other one every chance. Oh, it is magnificent, this way of winning one's wife. But the danger in it! And Vickers knew now that Lane scorned to hold a woman, even his wife, in any other way.
Cairy had not finished saying all he wanted to say.... There were long pauses between his words, of which even the least carried feeling. Isabelle, her pretty mutinous face touched with tenderness, listened, one hand resting on the table. Cairy covered the hand with his, and at the touch of his warm fingers Isabelle flushed.
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