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Was this, her art, the true expression of her baffling personality? As she had leaned back in the corner of the automobile she had given him the impression of a languor almost Oriental, but this had been startlingly dispelled at the lunch-table by the revelation of an animation and a vitality which had magically transformed her.
In the back of the rector's mind lay a weight, which he identified, at intervals, with what he was now convinced was the failure of his sermon. . . Alison took no part in the casual conversation that began when they reached the boulevard and Mr. Parr abandoned the trumpet, but lay back in silence and apparently with entire comfort in a corner of the limousine. At the lunch-table Mr.
Suddenly she bent her head in a swift kiss, then drew back and squared her shoulders. "Don't let's talk about it," she said, sharply. "I can't stand it I can't stand it Anne " But in spite of the harshness of her tone, Anne knew that there was a bond between them, and that the bond had been sealed by Judy's kiss. "Grandfather," said Judy, at the lunch-table, "I want to take Anne home with us."
A controlled excitement was in her, too; and he felt still that slight strain of the lunch-table, as if Imogen's catafalque had marred some too-trustful assurance; but a growing warmth was diffused through it, and, as her eyes turned once or twice on Imogen and Sir Basil, he saw the cause.
"Girls!" said Eurie, as she munched a doughnut, which she had brought from the lunch-table with her, and lounged on a camp-chair, waiting for the afternoon service, "do you know that Flossy taught a class in Sunday-school this morning?" "Taught a class!" repeated both Marion and Ruth in one voice, and with about equal degrees of amazement. "She did, as true as the world.
It seemed to us something too wonderful to believe. I remember going back to that lunch-table, after Carl had telephoned me only the broadest details, wondering if it were the same world. And the June-Bug coming, and more need for money hence more outside lectures than ever. I have no love for the University of California when I think of that $1700.
"Do sit down and have your tea, Imogen; you must be very tired," her mother said, with something of the chill that the scene at the lunch-table had diffused still in her voice. "Not very, thanks, mama dear," said Imogen; and, more incongruous in loveliness than before, she sat down in a high-backed chair at some little distance from the tea-table.
All through luncheon Eleanor sat silent, wearing the absent, harassed expression which meant that she was deciding something something about which her better and her worse selves disagreed. Just as she was leaving the lunch-table, Christy Mason rushed up to her in great excitement. "Now, Eleanor," she began, "don't say you can't come, for we simply won't let you off. It's a construction car ride.
This was the first time that she had touched her brushes since the children's coming, and she had hoped that this one afternoon would be free from interruption, when she heard them planning their afternoon's occupations at the lunch-table. They had come back before the little water-colour sketch she was making was quite finished.
Madam Chartley had looked very imposing and dignified as she presided at the lunch-table that noon, with the stately Hawkins behind her chair and the stately portraits looking down from the walls. She looked now as if she might be the original of one of these old portraits herself, as she sat there in the high-backed chair, with the griffins carved on its teakwood frame.
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