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I saw one at the Crillon to-day whose good American shoulders made me stare at him quite rudely." "Who was he?" "Haven't the faintest idea. I only saw his back, anyway. Surely you must have been more than passing interested in one or two." "I am not susceptible. And nursing is not conducive to romance." "But you never were romantic, Gora dear. And you are good-looking in your odd way.
Goring's executor had sold her stock for something under twenty thousand dollars, delivering the proceeds, as directed in her will, to two of her amazed heirs, Mortimer and Gora Dwight.
But they must have had the most tremendous inner adventures and soul-racking experiences the big ones or they couldn't have written as they did....This must be the more true in regard to women." Gora continued to stare at her. The words sank in. Her clear intellect appreciated the truth of them but they afforded her no consolation. All emotion had died out of her. She felt beaten, helpless.
Alexina had lowered her muff and her face expressed only the warmest surprise and welcome. "Gora! It's too wonderful! But I suppose you couldn't go home without seeing Paris?" "Rather not! It's the first chance I've had, too. Where can we have a talk?" "It's too late for tea. Come out to my pension and spend the night. Janet and Alice have gone to Nice for a few days' rest.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't! Not when it came to the point. You would have elevated your aristocratic nose and walked off." She uttered this dictum with a certain air of personal pride although her face was convulsed with hate. "Gora, you are really making an ass of yourself. If you had taken more time to think it over you wouldn't have followed me up with any such melodramatic intention as murder.
At all events it was a straw and she grasped it as if it had been a plank in mid-ocean. With even a bare chance that Mortimer was innocent it would be unpardonable to insult and wound him....Nor was it quite possible to ask him if his sister were a thief. She must wait, of course. And if Gora had taken the bonds they might be recovered.
The bells sounded muffled, so dense was the fog, and there was no other sound in the sleeping city. Alexina wrapped her long cloak more closely about her and pulled the hood over her head. As she walked slowly down the steep avenue it came to her with something of a shock that she had not thought of her husband since she had expressed to Gora her reluctance to disturb him.
As Gora turned to leave the room Alexina put her hand on her arm and summoned a faint sweet smile. "I cannot tell you how grateful I am, Gora dear, how grateful we all are. You have been simply wonderful " "I am a good nurse if I do say it myself," said Gora lightly. "But you must remember there are others quite as good; and that I ". "I know you would do your duty as devotedly by any stranger."
Gora gave a slight withdrawing movement as if something sacred had been touched. But she answered: "Oh...some day I may have something to tell you....You said much the same thing to me a little while ago. Tell me now." Alexina turned over on her elbow to beat up her pillows. Then she answered lightly but firmly: "Not unless you promise to do likewise. Mine is such a little thing anyhow.
If I'd written a story and had it accepted by that magazine I'd read it from the housetops." Gora read the story well enough, and Alexina's mind did not wander even to Gathbroke. It was written in a pure direct vigorous English. A little less self-consciousness and it would have been distinguished.
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