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the moment at least, by this mutual recognition of the identity and reality of this interest each felt for the otherā ā€”a certain momentary warmth or enthusiasm which took the form of genial and seeking glances into each otherā€™s eyes, hints on the part of Sondra that, assuming that Clyde could fit himself athletically, financially and in other ways for such a world as this, it might be possible that he would be invited here and there by her; broad and for the moment self-deluding notions on his part that such could and would be the case, while in reality just below the surface of his outward or seeming conviction and assurance ran a deeper current of self-distrust which showed as a decidedly eager and yet slightly mournful light in his eye, a certain vigor and assurance in his voice, which was nevertheless touched, had she been able to define it, with something that was not assurance by any means.

ā€œOh, the dance is done,ā€ he said sadly.

ā€œLetā€™s try to make them encore,ā€ she said, applauding. The orchestra struck up a lively tune and they glided off together once more, dipping and swaying here and thereā ā€”harmoniously abandoning themselves to the rhythm of the musicā ā€”like two small chips being tossed about on a rough but friendly sea.

ā€œOh, Iā€™m so glad to be with you againā ā€”to be dancing with you. Itā€™s so wonderfulā ā€Šā ā€¦ Sondra.ā€

ā€œBut you mustnā€™t call me that, you know. You donā€™t know me well enough.ā€

ā€œI mean Miss Finchley. But youā€™re not going to be mad at me again, are you?ā€

His face was very pale and sad again.

She noticed it.

ā€œNo. Was I mad at you? I wasnā€™t really. I like you someā ā€Šā ā€¦ when youā€™re not sentimental.ā€

The music stopped. The light tripping feet became walking ones.

ā€œIā€™d like to see if itā€™s still snowing outside, wouldnā€™t you?ā€ It was Sondra asking.

ā€œOh, yes. Letā€™s go.ā€

Through the moving couples they hurried out a side-door to a world that was covered thick with soft, cottony, silent snow. The air was filled with it silently eddying down.

XXVII

The ensuing December days brought to Clyde some pleasing and yet complicating and disturbing developments. For Sondra Finchley, having found him so agreeable an admirer of hers, was from the first inclined neither to forget nor neglect him. But, occupying the rather prominent social position which she did, she was at first rather dubious as to how to proceed. For Clyde was too poor and decidedly too much ignored by the Griffiths themselves, even, for her to risk any marked manifestation of interest in him.

And now, in addition to the primary motivating reason for all thisā ā€”her desire to irritate Gilbert by being friends with his cousinā ā€”there was another. She liked him. His charm and his reverence for her and her station flattered and intrigued her. For hers was a temperament which required adulation in about the measure which Clyde provided itā ā€”sincere and romantic adulation. And at the very same time he represented physical as well as mental attributes which were agreeable to herā ā€”amorousness without the courage at the time, anyhow, to annoy her too much; reverence which yet included her as a very human being; a mental and physical animation which quite matched and companioned her own.

Hence it was decidedly a troublesome thought with Sondra how she was to proceed with Clyde without attracting too much attention and unfavorable comment to herselfā ā€”a thought which kept her sly little brain going at nights after she had retired. However, those who had met him at the Trumbullsā€™ were so much impressed by her interest in him that evening and the fact that he had proved so pleasing and affable, they in turn, the girls particularly, were satisfied that he was eligible enough.

And in consequence, two weeks later, Clyde, searching for inexpensive Christmas presents in Starkā€™s for his mother, father, sisters, brother and Roberta, and encountering Jill Trumbull doing a little belated shopping herself, was invited by her to attend a pre-Christmas dance that was to be given the next night by Vanda Steele at her home in Gloversville. Jill herself was going with Frank Harriet and she was not sure but that Sondra Finchley would be there. Another engagement of some kind appeared to be in the way, but still she was intending to come if she could. But her sister Gertrude would be glad to have him escort herā ā€”a very polite way of arranging for Gertrude. Besides, as she knew, if Sondra heard that Clyde was to be there, this might induce her to desert her other engagement.

ā€œTracy will be glad to stop for you in time,ā€ she went on, ā€œorā ā€”ā€ she hesitatedā ā€”ā€œperhaps youā€™d like to come over for dinner with us before we go. Itā€™ll be just the family, but weā€™d be delighted to have you. The dancing doesnā€™t begin till eleven.ā€

The dance was for Friday night, and on that night Clyde had arranged to be with Roberta because on the following day she was leaving for a three-day-over-Christmas holiday visit to her parentsā ā€”the longest stretch of time thus far she had spent away from him. And because, apart from his knowledge she had arranged to present him with a new fountain pen and Eversharp pencil, she had been most anxious that he should spend this last evening with her, a fact which she had impressed upon him. And he, on his part, had intended to make use of this last evening to surprise her with a white-and-black toilet set.

But now, so thrilled was he at the possibility of a reencounter with Sondra, he decided that he would cancel this last evening engagement with Roberta, although not without some misgivings as to the difficulty as well as the decency of it. For despite the fact that he was now so lured by Sondra, nevertheless he was still deeply interested in Roberta and he did not like to grieve her in this way. She would look so disappointed, as he knew. Yet at the same time so flattered and enthused

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