She was about to rise when she heard a fumbling at
thedoor.
One is always saying things of that sort to young
people.
He rose as she enteredand held out his hand. I had
looked forward to Larrys visit, but it didnt turn outwell. We dont discuss business
matters inour correspondence, that is what you are for. Im afraid I startled you,
turning up uninvited like that. He remembered Macbeths, Oh,full of scorpions is my
mind, dear wife! If you wont come over to me for tea,I shall come here and have
coffee with you.
I am sorry, but I have to give a lesson for
Professor Auerbach atfive. Itwas as if they were on the lonely spur of a mountain,
enveloped bymist.
And I shall call to you atdaybreak from my
balcony!
He would not be at the studiotomorrow morning, as
he had to attend the funeral services of afriend.
He remembered Macbeths, Oh,full of scorpions is my
mind, dear wife!
Lucy found herself at the door with her hand on the
knob. Hope you can be at the studio Thursday morning usual hour.
He was among the first to leave
thechurch.
And had he, in his uncanny way, sensedthat
something went wrong yesterday? Hecould sweep her existence blank with one
word.
When she heard him tell her that she had given
himsomething!
There waslittle for sweet reflection in that
chapter.
Sebastian, I wish you didnt ever have to be sad!
The dining-roomwas almost empty when they at last left it and took a cab forLucys
part of the town.
It seemed complete in itself, not putting out
tentacles all thewhile.
The day of Madame de Vignons funeral flashed up in
Lucys mind.
While they were waiting for thesoup he smiled for
the first time. As loyal as anyone who plays secondfiddle ever is.
Before she had timeto speak, just as she was, in
her hat and coat, he took her in hisarms.
He was difficult about everything, and he
madecriticisms that hurt ones feelings. When he came back, Lucy was again bending
over the flowers.
He went through the cycle before hestopped. Hope
you can be at the studio Thursday morning usual hour. When she went there, she found
Clement Sebastianseated by Auerbachs desk, talking to him. That reminds me:tomorrow
morning I must spend with my agent.
When she got upat four oclock to go to Auerbachs
studio she was quite herselfagain. A company of priestsand censer-bearers went with
it up the aisle toward the altar.
And now Ishall find where this young lady lives,
Paul.
She didnt want anything from him; she didnt even
wanthim to be too much aware of her.
Afterwards her body would besent back to France.