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Updated: May 6, 2025
"I am so pleased that you are enjoying it all," said Corthell's voice at her shoulder. "I knew you would. There is nothing like music such as this to appeal to the emotions, the heart and with your temperament." Straightway he made her feel her sex.
She never asked herself whether or not she was in love with any of the three men who strove for her favor. She was quite sure she was not ready yet to be married. There was even something distasteful in the idea of marriage. She liked Landry Court immensely; she found the afternoons in Corthell's studio delightful; she loved the rides in the park behind Jadwin's horses.
"Oh, he forgot it," she murmured, as she picked up Corthell's heart-shaped match box. She glanced at it a moment, indifferently; but her mind was full of other things. She laid it down again upon the table, and going on to her own room, went to bed. Jadwin did not come home that night, and in the morning Laura presided at breakfast table in his place. "Any message for your husband, Mrs.
Laura found these readings charming. The studio was beautiful, lofty, the light dim; the sound of Corthell's voice returned from the thick hangings of velvet and tapestry in a subdued murmur. The air was full of the odor of pastilles. Laura could not fail to be impressed with the artist's tact, his delicacy.
Corthell's quick eye took in Laura's disarranged coiffure, one black lock low upon her neck, the roses at her shoulder crushed and broken, and the bright spot on either cheek. "Is that your husband?" "My husband I don't know." She looked up at him with unseeing eyes. "Where is my husband? I have no husband. You are letting me remember," she cried, in terror. "You are letting me remember.
Yes, Corthell's was a beautiful life; the charm of dim painted windows, the attraction of darkened studios with their harmonies of color, their orientalisms, and their arabesques was strong. No doubt it all had its place. It fascinated her at times, in spite of herself. To relax the mind, to indulge the senses, to live in an environment of pervading beauty was delightful.
Laura flung the crop down and folded her arms. "Now, just what do you mean? Sit down," she commanded, flinging a hand towards a chair, "sit down, and tell me just what you mean by all this." She met her sister's gaze without wavering. "Do you want me to believe," she answered, "that it made no difference to you that Mr. Corthell's match safe was here?" "Not the least," exclaimed Laura.
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