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He expects you." To drive to the office of Mr. Overgold was less. The portion of the novel which follows is perhaps the most notable part of it. It is this part of the chapter which the Hibbert Journal declares to be the best piece of psychological analysis that appears in any novel of the season. We reproduce it here.
In a flash de Vere realised that she hadn't known that he didn't know and knew now that he knew. He found no words. The situation was a tense one. Nothing but the woman's innate tact could save it. Dorothea Overgold rose to it with the dignity of a queen. She turned to her husband. "Take your soup over to the window," she said, "and eat it there."
Overgold had returned to the table, the empty plate in his hand. His wife turned to him again with the same unfailing tact. "Take your asparagus to the billiard-room," she said, "and eat it there." "Does he know, too?" asked de Vere. "Mr. Overgold?" she said carelessly. "I suppose he does. Eh apres, mon ami?" French? Another mystery! Where and how had she learned it? de Vere asked himself.
De Vere assented readily, telephoned to the Belmont not to keep lunch waiting for him, and in a moment was speeding up the magnificent Riverside Drive towards Mr. Overgold's home. On the way Mr. Overgold pointed out various objects of interest, Grant's tomb, Lincoln's tomb, Edgar Allan Poe's grave, the ticket office of the New York Subway, and various other points of historic importance.
The days that followed brought a strange new life to de Vere. Dorothea was ever at his side. At the theatre, at the polo ground, in the park, everywhere they were together. And with them was Mr. Overgold. The three were always together. At times at the theatre Dorothea and de Vere would sit downstairs and Mr. Overgold in the gallery; at other times, de Vere and Mr.
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