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When would he see her again? When would he see her again? When would he see her again? He could see her only as he danced with her at the boat club, as he sat with her in the swing at Daleview. It was a wild, aching desire which gave him no peace any more than any other fever of the brain ever does.
Angela had seen a picture of Suzanne Dale in her mother's room at Daleview on Grimes Hill, and had been particularly taken with her girlish charm and beauty. "I wonder," she said, "if Mrs. Dale would object to having Suzanne come and help serve that day. She would like it, I'm sure, there are going to be so many clever people here. We haven't seen her, but that doesn't matter.
Was that the action of a large spirit? he asked himself. Would the wonderful something he thought he saw there be capable of that? Ah, those hours at Daleview that one stinging encounter in Canada! the night she danced with him so wonderfully! During a period of nearly three years all the vagaries and alterations which can possibly afflict a groping and morbid mind were his.
In a fit of desperation he called up Daleview one day, and asked if Miss Suzanne Dale was there. A servant answered, and in answer to the "who shall I say" he gave the name of a young man that he knew Suzanne knew. When she answered he said: "Listen, Suzanne! Can you hear very well?" "Yes." "Do you recognize my voice?" "Yes." "Please don't pronounce my name, will you?" "No."
He had never attempted to sell her any property, but he had once said that he might some day take her Staten Island holdings and divide them up into town lots. This was one possibility which tended to make her pleasant to him. The evening in question Eugene and Angela went down to Daleview in their automobile.
They came to a station near Daleview, and walked over. On the way he slipped his arm about her waist, but, oh, so lightly. "Suzanne," he asked, with a terrible yearning ache in his heart, "do you blame me? Can you?" "Don't ask me," she pleaded, "not now. No, no." He tried to press her a little more closely. "Not now. I don't blame you."
There was a letter from Suzanne after three days, saying that she couldn't answer his letter in full, but that she was coming back to New York and would see him, and subsequently a meeting between Suzanne and Eugene at Daleview in her mother's presence Dr. Woolley and Mr. Pitcairn were in another part of the house at the time in which the proposals were gone over anew.
A mirage dissolved into its native nothingness. Position, distinction, love, home where were they? Yet a little while and all these things would be as though they had never been. Hell! Damn! Curse the brooding fates that could thus plot to destroy him! Back in her room in Daleview Suzanne had locked herself in. She was not without a growing sense of the tragedy of it.
In the first place Eugene now began to neglect his office work thoroughly, for he could not fix his mind upon it any more than he could upon the affairs of the Sea Island Company, or upon his own home and Angela's illness. The morning after his South Beach experience with Suzanne and her curious reticence, he saw her for a little while upon the veranda of Daleview.
When he reached Daleview, speeding past October trees, and entered the great drawing-room where a fire was blazing and where once in spring he had danced with Suzanne, his heart leaped up, for he was to see her, and the mere sight of her was as a tonic to his fevered body a cool drink to a thirsting man. Mrs. Dale stared at Eugene defiantly when he came, but Suzanne welcomed him to her embrace.
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