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She felt helpless and frozen as in a nightmare too; for she could do nothing to rescue Marie, if need arose. To stop Idina somehow might be possible, yet surely that would do more harm than good. To show fear would be to acknowledge cause for fear. Yet at this moment of suspense Mary would have given her right hand to be cut off, if that could have saved her friend.
Not far away Mary sat, writing a letter to Vanno which ought to reach him the next morning. Yesterday at five o'clock she had seen him off in the Rome express; and before this time he must have arrived. "Idina Bland's hand," said Angelo, as his wife took a large gray envelope from the silver tray. "I wonder " But he did not finish his sentence.
To do so would have been superfluous, as in a moment he would know what Idina was writing about; and, besides, Angelo shrank curiously perhaps foolishly, he sometimes felt from speaking of Idina Bland or even mentioning her name to Marie.
"Did you don't answer unless you care to ever tell Marie about Idina?" "Not till yesterday, after her call. It never occurred to me. Idina had gone out of my life before Marie came into it, and she was never anything to me." "I know. It was the other way round. But you were good to her, and cousinly, and I suppose she misunderstood a little."
But she had not fully counted on her cousin's loyalty to his wife, his indifference, almost amounting to dislike at last, for herself. "Don't you feel, Idina," he interposed with a deadly quietness she knew to be a danger-signal, "that any story which er bores my wife had better be left untold in her house?
"Of going on?" Idina caught her up, in a voice of iron or steel. "But I particularly want Angelo's opinion as to what the end of the story should be. It's for a man to judge. If it bores you to listen, and you don't think it's proper for Miss Grant " She paused significantly, and her look flung venom.
"Miss Jewett and I won't be staying long; and I'm leaving with her to-morrow. I've only been hanging on here for her to arrive. Nothing else would have kept me so long." "I will come with pleasure," Angelo said. "My cigar can wait." "Doesn't your wife let you smoke when you're with her?" Idina asked sharply.
She is still here, then?" "Still? Did you know she was on the Riviera?" "I knew she came weeks ago. She went up to Roquebrune to see the curé. She'd heard he was an old friend of ours and she inquired for you wouldn't say who she was. That was before I arrived." "How do you know it was Idina, if she didn't give her name?" "The curé's description. There was no mistaking it.
Later, however, Miss Sutfield swept toward them like a large yacht under full sail, and regretted that her friend Miss Idina Bland had been prevented from appearing, on account of a sharp attack of influenza.
And it struck Mary, who was feeling vaguely sorry for this cousin held at arm's length, that Miss Jewett watched Idina with interest and even curiosity, as if she were waiting for her to do or say something in particular. At last the Princess rose, smiling at Miss Bland. "Shall we have coffee on the loggia?" she asked. "We should both like that, shouldn't we, Miss Jewett?"
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