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But now he did not go in as he had entered before. He knocked. It was the first time. And Isobel's voice bade him enter. His heart was filled with a sudden throbbing pain when he saw that she had turned so that she lay with her face turned away from him. He bent over her and said, softly: "You are better. The danger is past." "I am better and and it is over ?" he heard her whisper. "Yes."
The new wine was proving entirely too much for the old bottles. Madam's ultimatums and Miss Isobel's protests had alike proved unavailing. The young people invaded the house like a swarm of noisy locusts. Between dances they flew out to the porch, some of the couples dashing out to sit in automobiles, others driving madly around the block to the incessant honking of horns.
Westley laughingly pulled Graham's ears, smiled reminiscently at Isobel's primness, smoothed with a loving hand Gyp's rebellious black locks and thought, as she looked at Jerry, of what Uncle Johnny had said about her eyes reflecting golden dreams from within.
Incidents unimportant in themselves, utterances which seemed to have no veiled intent at the time, rushed in upon her with overwhelming conviction. Christobal suspected her of flirting with Courtenay, and disapproved of it as strongly as she herself had condemned Isobel's admitted efforts in the same direction. Though not a little dismayed, she resolved to carry the war into the enemy's territory.
"Do you want tainted money?" cried Gyp grandly. Isobel's face flamed. "You're hateful, Graham Westley. I don't like money a bit better than you do you'd be squealing if you couldn't get that new motorcycle and go to camp and spend all the money you do. And I think it's silly to hunt him up after all this time.
Bathurst had stepped behind the gate as it opened, and as the soldiers ran up the yard he took Isobel's hand, and, passing through the gate, ran with her round the building until he reached the spot where Rabda was awaiting them. Half a minute later her father joined them. "Let us go at once, there is no time for talking," he said.
"Isn't she the greatest! And the way she chums with me! Wonder if that is what makes Ashton so sore at me? The idiot! Can't he see the difference?" "Lovers always are blind," said Genevieve. "I'm not," he rejoined, his eyes, as he gazed down into hers, as blue and tender as Isobel's. The young wife blushed deliciously and rewarded him with a kiss.
It was Eleanor's friend, Gertrude Ilpton, who drew her attention to Arlington's newest outbreak. Eleanor in these days avoided the morning papers. "It's very modern, and I suppose very clever," she observed. "Of course it's clever," said Gertrude; "all Lady Isobel's sayings are clever, and luckily they bear repeating." "Are you sure it's one of her sayings?" asked Eleanor.
Not that he put all this to himself in so many words. But a sense of revolt, an overwhelming jealousy of everyone who made any claim at all on Nan jealousy even of that merry Bohemian life of hers in which he had had no share had been slowly gathering within him until it was almost more than he could endure. Isobel's taunts at dinner had half maddened him.
On the present occasion Isobel's eyes were red and swollen, and by no means improved by weeping. Mrs. Bright, too, although three years had done little to alter her character, seemed to be less demonstrative and much more sincere than usual in her grief at parting from Fred. In a few minutes all was ready. Young Singleton and Buzzby having hastily but earnestly bade Mrs.
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