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Updated: September 13, 2025
I haven't started my house-parties yet, and everything's generally more or less upside down till my husband and I begin to come down regularly. Perhaps you'd prefer to wait till after lunch, though?" Sally rose willingly to her feet. "Oh no. Not at all I should like to see it immensely. I think the hall is perfectly wonderful." Mrs. Durlacher stood up, her eyes candidly criticizing Sally's dress.
It's quite possible he kept it waiting till he got to the gates of heaven." Mrs. Durlacher looked up at the portrait again and then half-shuddered her graceful shoulders. "I suppose a man can be a gentleman and look like that," she said. "But some one ought to have told him to grow his hair a little longer. As it is, it has a fatal suggestion of three years' imprisonment for assault and battery."
She remembered her smothered feelings of delight at the attitude he was taking when she left the room; but it was after that, after she had gone upstairs, that Mrs. Durlacher, with this lie of her unhappiness, had won him to her side. "Are you absolutely sure of that?" she whispered. "Why, of course! If anybody's spreading that report about, it's a confounded lie."
Again there was exultation in the heart of Mrs. Durlacher. "Better be seven-thirty," she said. He agreed. It never suggested itself to him that he wanted to go. He hated to seem bound. That was his reason. So he took it with an open mind, questioning nothing. When he had gone, Mrs. Durlacher turned to her friend. "You can come can't you?" she asked. Miss Standish-Roe nodded her head.
The moment she had said it, a rush of fear that she had betrayed Traill's confidence, overwhelmed her with a sense of nausea. "Please don't say I've said that," she begged. "Certainly not; but, how on earth can you say it? Captain and Mrs. Durlacher may not be lovers in the passionate sense of the word, but I know of few married people who get on as well as they do."
Yet the kissing of his sister lifted like the shadow in a dream before her eyes. She knew he had been with Mrs. Durlacher that afternoon. Could she have won him still further? Sally knew her own impotence bowed under it, recognized fully how powerless she was to hold him if once the links in the chain of their caring began to lose their grip. And now, he was offering to make provision for her.
And Miss Standish-Roe had arrived at a quarter to the hour. When she entered the drawing-room, Mrs. Durlacher kissed her affectionately, then held her at arm's length, her hands on her shoulders and gazed pensively into her eyes. "Why do you look at me like that?" Coralie asked. Mrs. Durlacher shrugged her shoulders and turned away to her chair.
"These sheets are aired?" "Dry as a bone, madam. I felt 'em myself." "I shall only be staying the night," Mrs. Durlacher continued; "I go back to Town to-morrow morning." Mrs. Butterick made no reply, If her features could have fallen into an expression of disappointment, they would willingly have done so; but nature had taken no trouble with them. They were an afterthought.
Traill," said Miss Standish-Roe, admiringly. "I did? Which one?" "The lady who admitted to kissing the co-respondent." "Why, you weren't in the court, were you?" "No but I read it in the paper your sister told me about it." Mrs. Durlacher looked apprehensively to her brother's eyes. From so small a thing as that he might unearth suspicion. But a pardonable vanity was touched in him.
Even Sally, in her own gentle way, could declare war. The perfect curve of her upper lip grew thin as she said it, like a bow that straightens itself after the arrow has sped. Traill cast a swift glance at her, comprehending that there lay some meaning behind her words, yet knowing nothing of the duel that was being fought under his very eyes. Mrs. Durlacher smiled.
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