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Updated: September 21, 2025
It was decidedly an improvement to have her there; the rooms looked better, more comfortable, more as my rooms were accustomed to look. Suzee herself was extravagantly delighted, and shewed it in every look and gesture. Gay and radiant in her brilliant scarlet silk, she moved about under the electric light like a glowing animated picture. "What will you have to eat or drink?"
I felt no joyful anticipation of reaching 'Frisco and meeting Suzee, though I recognised in a dull way that some sort of distraction and companionship would be the best thing to stop this incessant pondering on the same subject.
We found, however, a sensible saleswoman to whom I explained that I wanted a grey travelling costume, and she and Suzee disappeared from me entirely, into the fitting-room. Left alone, I swung myself back on a chair and lapsed into thought. When Suzee at last came back an exclamation broke from me. She was spoilt.
I stooped down and unlocked her hands and put her back among her cushions. "Good-bye, Suzee, for to-day," I said. "To-morrow I will come and take you for a walk. You must let me go now. I do not want to stay any longer." She looked at me in silence, but did not offer to move from where I had put her.
We were left there alone; groans and cries came from the panic-stricken, struggling mass of people behind us; just beneath us in the emptied corridor stood the bull, snorting with lowered head, pawing the ground; in the arena, the administrador, green with terror and anxiety, shouted commands to the pallid and trembling attendants. I sat still, holding Suzee.
I looked at her in surprise, and took up the letter to cut it open. "What makes you think it comes from her?" I asked; "it is not at all likely." "I know it does," she said simply; "I feel it." I laughed and opened the letter, not in the least believing she would be right. The first line, however, my eye fell upon shewed me it was from Suzee.
When we had had breakfast I took Suzee with me on the car, and all the eyes of its occupants fixed upon us for the whole of the journey. This was harmless, however, and I did not mind, while Suzee sat apparently sublimely unconscious of the rude stares and ruder smiles, with the calm gravity of the Oriental who is above insults because he considers himself above criticism.
"Later in the evening perhaps when you could come for a walk with me." Suzee looked up. There was surprise in those wonderful eyes, but I thought I saw pleasure too. "At six," she said. "I close the restaurant for a short time, but I don't walk, I smoke and go to sleep. But I will come with you if it is not too far," she added as an after-thought.
This letter to me seemed like an echo of the one I had sent to Viola that morning. Well, I would wait for her answer, and then, perhaps, if she would not return to me, I would go to 'Frisco. In any case, I would send a few lines to Suzee with the money for her purchase. It would be best to cable it to her, and I went out again to arrange this.
I hesitated, and looked across at Suzee, a patch of beautiful colour against the grey background of bent and aged trees. What had I intended to do, I asked myself. I could not take her, in any case. I had not meant that. A virtuous American ship like the Cottage City would hardly admit a Suzee to share my cabin.
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