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It was the moment for which she had waited ever since the hour when the General had sent her into his wife's room for a miniature of Derry, which was locked in the safe. The suite which had belonged to Mrs. Drake consisted of three rooms a sitting room, a bedroom and a sun-parlor which had been Derry's nursery. Nothing had been changed since her death.
She sat in Derry's room, and presently, when they came to stand beside him, Warren and George, they found her agonized eyes, bright with questions, facing them. But she knew better than to speak. Neither man spoke for a few dreadful moments. Warren looked at the child without a flicker of change in his impassive look; George bit his lip, and almost imperceptibly shook his head.
And Derry's like that. When you first meet him you look over his head; then you find yourself looking up " Marion smiled. "You've got it bad, Drusilla." "If you think I am in love with him, I'm not. I'd like to be, but it wouldn't be of any use. He's a Galahad a pocket-edition Galahad. If he ever falls in love, there'll be more of romance in it than I can give him."
Rachael smiled when she saw Derry's little dark head confidently resting against the flowing, milky beard of old Cap'n Jessup, or heard the bronzed lean younger men shout to her older son, as to an equal, "Pitch us that painter, will ye, Jim!" She spoke infrequently but quietly of Warren to Alice. The older woman discovered, with a pang of dismay, that Rachael's attitude was fixed beyond appeal.
Julia came in to say that Miss Jean was wanted at the telephone. Miraculously Derry's voice came over the wire. Was she going to the dance at the Willard? The one for the benefit of the Eye and Ear Hospital? The President and his wife would be there the only ball they had attended this season everybody would be there. Could he come for Jean and her father? And he'd bring Drusilla and Marion Gray.
She was interested about the Valentine children, interested in their summer plans. She laughed as she quoted Derry's latest ventures with words. She walked to her gate to wave them good-bye on Monday morning, and told Alice that she was counting the days until the big family came down. But George and Alice were heavy hearted as they drove away.
"I fancy he'll be getting in," Ralph Witherspoon had said. "Derry's no slacker." Ralph could afford to be generous. He was in the Naval Flying Corps. He looked extremely well in his Ensign's uniform, and he knew it; he was hoping, in the spring, for active service on the other side. "I don't see why Derry should fight. I don't see why any man should.
But Rachael did not faint, although it was by sheer power of will that she held her reeling senses. No scene no, there mustn't be a scene for Jimmy's sake, for Derry's sake, no scene. She was here, in the Waldorf Grill, of course. She had been what had she been doing? She had been she came downtown after breakfast of course, shopping. Shopping for the children's Christmas.
Derry's dancing eyes looked to Colette for appreciation of this statement, but her eyes and attention were entirely for John. The ceremony began. John's impressive voice, with its new pervading note of exultant gladness, reached them all, tempering even Derry's light- hearted mirth.
She kissed him and clung to him and then went upstairs. She undressed and said her prayers, put Polly-Ann on her cushion, turned off the light, and got into bed. Then she lay in the dark, facing it squarely. The things she had said to her father were not true. She didn't want him to go to France. She didn't want Derry to go. She was glad that Derry's mother had made him promise.
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