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It is better, of course. I shall come in here often now and study it. Of all the rooms in our house this is the one I like best. But, I am afraid, it has been more because of the organ than of the pictures." Corthell turned about. "Oh, the grand, noble organ," he murmured. "I envy you this of all your treasures. May I play for you?
Corthell spoke only of her heart and to her heart. But Jadwin made her feel or rather she made herself feel when he talked to her that she had a head as well as a heart. And the last act of the opera did not wholly absorb her attention.
I am happy just as I am. I like you and Mr. Cressler and Mr. Corthell everybody. But, Mr. Jadwin" she looked him full in the face, her dark eyes full of gravity "with a woman it is so serious to be married. More so than any man ever understood. And, oh, one must be so sure, so sure. And I am not sure now. I am not sure now. Even if I were sure of you, I could not say I was sure of myself.
In the great dining-room, filled with a dull crimson light, the air just touched with the scent of lilies of the valley, Corthell and Mrs. Jadwin dined alone. "I suppose," observed the artist, "that Mr. Jadwin is a very busy man." "Oh, no," Laura answered. "His real estate, he says, runs itself, and, as a rule, Mr. Gretry manages most of his Board of Trade business.
Charlie's got a man from Milwaukee coming here to-night, and I've got to feed him. Isn't it too provoking? I've got to sit and listen to those two, clattering commissions and percentages and all, when I might be hearing Sheldon Corthell talk art and poetry and stained glass. I declare, I never have any luck."
Landry Court was to take part, and she enlisted Laura's influence to get Sheldon Corthell to undertake a role. Laura remembered now that she had heard her speak of it. However, the plan was so immature as yet, that it hardly admitted of very much discussion, and inevitably the conversation came back to its starting-point. "You know," Laura had remarked in answer to one of Mrs.
Sheldon Corthell, in a dinner coat, an unlighted cigarette between his fingers, discussed the spring exhibit of water-colors with Laura and Mrs. Aunt Wess' turned the leaves of a family album, counting the number of photographs of Mrs. Cressler which it contained. Black coffee had just been served.
I'd have loved to have seen her married to 'J., but I can see now that they wouldn't have been congenial; and if Laura wouldn't have Sheldon Corthell, who was just made for her, I guess it was no use to expect she'd have 'J. Laura's got a temperament, and she's artistic, and loves paintings, and poetry, and Shakespeare, and all that, and Curtis don't care for those things at all.
They passed on down Wabash Avenue, and crossed over to State Street and Clarke Street, dark, deserted. Laura, after a while, lost in thought, spoke but little. It had been a great evening because of other things than mere music. Corthell had again asked her to marry him, and she, carried away by the excitement of the moment, had answered him encouragingly.
It made her a little afraid; and yet, wonder of wonders, she could not altogether dislike it. There was a certain fascination in resigning herself for little instants to the dominion of this daring stranger that was yet herself. Meanwhile Corthell had answered her: "I wish," he said, "I wish you could say something I hardly know what something to me. So little would be so much."
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