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Updated: May 31, 2025
Savina was interested: "I have never been there; cooler climates are supposed to suit my heart better; but I know I should love it the close burning days and intense nights." "Daniel tells me there's usually the trade wind at night." His voice reflected his lack of concern. "I have a feeling," she persisted, "that I am more of Havana than I am, for example, of Islesboro.
They were seated in the patio of the hotel, by a pool and the heroic bronze statue of a dancing girl in a manton; on the table between them was, at that hour, the inevitable small pitcher of Daiquiri cocktails. He told Savina what had been in his thoughts, and she nodded her approval: "I agree that we ought to see your brother, and, through him, communicate with New York.
He had jumped a fence as high and wide as respectability; and he enormously preferred Savina's sort of courage to this mad galloping over the country. What Claire and Peyton and Mina Raff talked about, longed for, Savina took.
"We might take a train tonight for Washington, since we'll need passports and I have to have an income tax receipt, and we can manage all that best there. Then Key West, Havana, anywhere. We will hope to get off without trouble; but, if Grove interferes, accept the consequences as they come." "Very well." Savina grew still quieter as the march of events became headlong.
He lost himself only in waves the similitude to the sea persisted regular, obliterating, but separate. Savina was far out in a tideless deep that swept the solidity of no land. She was plastically what he willed; blurred, drunk, with sensation, she sat clasping rigidly the edge of his coat.
Why, in the name of God, didn't she come? "In a moment" he heard her say faintly. But when she moved it was with decision; there was no hesitation in her manner of mounting the stone steps. The maid came forward as they entered, first to help Savina, and then to take Lee's hat and coat and stick.
He gazed at her curiously. "It's so useful," Savina told him generally; but that, he felt, was not completely what was in her mind. "What I have," she went on, "is quite separate from William's. It is my mother's estate." "My brother, Daniel, has done very well in Cuba," Lee commented.
In the cobalt shadow Savina was robbed of her vitality; she seemed unreal; as she passed through the vivid projected rays of midday it appeared as though they must shine uninterruptedly through her body.
As it was, he had told her with, in himself, the feeling of a considerable discovery that they were to a marked degree superior: he could find no more remorse at his heart than Savina showed. This, exactly, was his inner conviction that, since he had given something not in Fanny's possession, he had robbed her of nothing.
The brief level voice of Savina Grove arranging over the telephone an hour, very late in the afternoon, for him to call, gave Lee a comparatively long time in which to examine his feelings, particularly in connection with Savina. His state of mind, his intentions, he realized, should be clear for the moment when he saw her.
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