She could not speak. . ” She looked around for the voice around the
Orchestra room, fumbling around with her books. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were
brilliant. "
"You, Miss Enschede?"—frankly astonished that one stranger should offer
succour to another. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I
am saying. And who is the man you are not allowed to marry? Valade,
perhaps?’
‘Dieu du ciel,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up. I'm always shy the price of the ticket home. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something
obstructed his further progress. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights
approached their car. Enschede, to have starved his heart as well as Ruth's
because, having laid a curse, he knew not how to turn aside from it! How easily
he might have forgotten the unworthy mother in the love of the child! And this
day to hear her voice lifted in a quality of anathema. His invalid wife and her
money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that
permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine
experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. “DEAR MR. do you think I don’t know the meaning of love?”
Part 4
Capes made no answer for a time.
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