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They lived as much apart is if their cramped domicile had been a palace; and when Undine as she now frequently did joined the Shallums or Rollivers for a dinner at the Nouveau Luxe, or a party at a petit theatre, she was not put to the trouble of prevaricating. Her first impulse, after her scene with Raymond, had been to ring up Indiana Rolliver and invite herself to dine.
The immense murmur still sounded on, deafening and implacable as some elemental force; and the discord in her fate no more disturbed it than the motor wheels rolling by under the windows were disturbed by the particles of dust that they ground to finer powder as they passed. "I could have told you one thing right off," Mrs. Rolliver went on with her ringing energy.
Undine was recalling with intensity that one of Indiana's shoulders was higher than the other, and that people in Apex had thought her lucky to catch Millard Binch, the druggist's clerk, when Undine herself had cast him off after a lingering engagement. And now Indiana Frusk was to be Mrs. James J. Rolliver! Undine got into the cab and bent forward to take little Paul.
At first she could not make out what had entitled her to this privilege, and increasing enlightenment produced a revolt of the Apex puritanism which, despite some odd accommodations and compliances, still carried its head so high in her. Undine had been perfectly sincere in telling Indiana Rolliver that she was not "an Immoral woman."
"I'm out of that long ago," he said indifferently. "Sure," Moffatt acquiesced; "but you know what went on when you were in it." "Well?" said Mr. Spragg, shifting one hand to the Masonic emblem on his watch-chain. "Well, Representative James J. Rolliver, who was in it with you, ain't out of it yet. He's the man the Driscolls are up against. What d'you know about him?" Mr.
But Undine went on: "Of course you've found out by this time that he's just a big spoiled baby. Afterward when I've seen him if you'd talk to him; or it you'd only just let him BE with you, and see how perfectly happy you and Mr. Rolliver are!" Indiana seized on this at once. "You mean that what he wants is the influence of a home like ours? Yes, yes, I understand.
"And that is, to get your divorce first thing. A divorce is always a good thing to have: you never can tell when you may want it. You ought to have attended to that before you even BEGAN with Peter Van Degen." Undine listened, irresistibly impressed. "Did YOU?" she asked; but Mrs. Rolliver, at this, grew suddenly veiled and sibylline.
"Rolliver and I always stood together," he said at last, with a tinge of reluctance. "Well, how much have you made out of it? Ain't he always been ahead of the game?" "I can't do it I can't do it," said Mr. Spragg, bringing his clenched hand down on the desk, as if addressing an invisible throng of assailants. Moffatt rose without any evidence of disappointment in his ruddy countenance.
Undine turned a tear-suffused gaze on her. "Oh, Indiana, if I could only see him again I know it would be all right! He's awfully, awfully fond of me; but his family have influenced him against me " "I know what THAT is!" Mrs. Rolliver interjected.
Not only did the distance to the The Pure Drop, the fully-licensed tavern at the further part of the dispersed village, render its accommodation practically unavailable for dwellers at this end; but the far more serious question, the quality of the liquor, confirmed the prevalent opinion that it was better to drink with Rolliver in a corner of the housetop than with the other landlord in a wide house.
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