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âWhen did you come back?â asked Edna in an unsteady voice, wiping her face with her handkerchief. She seemed ill at ease on the piano stool, and he begged her to take the chair by the window.
She did so, mechanically, while he seated himself on the stool.
âI returned day before yesterday,â he answered, while he leaned his arm on the keys, bringing forth a crash of discordant sound.
âDay before yesterday!â she repeated, aloud; and went on thinking to herself, âday before yesterday,â in a sort of an uncomprehending way. She had pictured him seeking her at the very first hour, and he had lived under the same sky since day before yesterday; while only by accident had he stumbled upon her. Mademoiselle must have lied when she said, âPoor fool, he loves you.â
âDay before yesterday,â she repeated, breaking off a spray of Mademoiselleâs geranium; âthen if you had not met me here today you wouldnâtâ âwhenâ âthat is, didnât you mean to come and see me?â
âOf course, I should have gone to see you. There have been so many thingsâ ââ he turned the leaves of Mademoiselleâs music nervously. âI started in at once yesterday with the old firm. After all there is as much chance for me here as there was thereâ âthat is, I might find it profitable some day. The Mexicans were not very congenial.â
So he had come back because the Mexicans were not congenial; because business was as profitable here as there; because of any reason, and not because he cared to be near her. She remembered the day she sat on the floor, turning the pages of his letter, seeking the reason which was left untold.
She had not noticed how he lookedâ âonly feeling his presence; but she turned deliberately and observed him. After all, he had been absent but a few months, and was not changed. His hairâ âthe color of hersâ âwaved back from his temples in the same way as before. His skin was not more burned than it had been at Grand Isle. She found in his eyes, when he looked at her for one silent moment, the same tender caress, with an added warmth and entreaty which had not been there beforeâ âthe same glance which had penetrated to the sleeping places of her soul and awakened them.
A hundred times Edna had pictured Robertâs return, and imagined their first meeting. It was usually at her home, whither he had sought her out at once. She always fancied him expressing or betraying in some way his love for her. And here, the reality was that they sat ten feet apart, she at the window, crushing geranium leaves in her hand and smelling them, he twirling around on the piano stool, saying:
âI was very much surprised to hear of Mr. Pontellierâs absence; itâs a wonder Mademoiselle Reisz did not tell me; and your movingâ âmother told me yesterday. I should think you would have gone to New York with him, or to Iberville with the children, rather than be bothered here with housekeeping. And you are going abroad, too, I hear. We shanât have you at Grand Isle next summer; it wonât seemâ âdo you see much of Mademoiselle Reisz? She often spoke of you in the few letters she wrote.â
âDo you remember that you promised to write to me when you went away?â A flush overspread his whole face.
âI couldnât believe that my letters would be of any interest to you.â
âThat is an excuse; it isnât the truth.â Edna reached for her hat on the piano. She adjusted it, sticking the hat pin through the heavy coil of hair with some deliberation.
âAre you not going to wait for Mademoiselle Reisz?â asked Robert.
âNo; I have found when she is absent this long, she is liable not to come back till late.â She drew on her gloves, and Robert picked up his hat.
âWonât you wait for her?â asked Edna.
âNot if you think she will not be back till late,â adding, as if suddenly aware of some discourtesy in his speech, âand I should miss the pleasure of walking home with you.â Edna locked the door and put the key back in its hiding-place.
They went together, picking their way across muddy streets and sidewalks encumbered with the cheap display of small tradesmen. Part of the distance they rode in the car, and after disembarking, passed the Pontellier mansion, which looked broken and half torn asunder. Robert had never known the house, and looked at it with interest.
âI never knew you in your home,â he remarked.
âI am glad you did not.â
âWhy?â She did not answer. They went on around the corner, and it seemed as if her dreams were coming true after all, when he followed her into the little house.
âYou must stay and dine with me, Robert. You see I am all alone, and it is so long since I have seen you. There is so much I want to ask you.â
She took off her hat and gloves. He stood irresolute, making some excuse about his mother who expected him; he even muttered something about an engagement. She struck a match and lit the lamp on the table; it was growing dusk. When he saw her face in the lamplight, looking pained, with all the soft lines gone out of it, he threw his hat aside and seated himself.
âOh! you know I want to stay if you will let me!â he exclaimed. All the softness came back. She laughed, and went and put her hand on his shoulder.
âThis is the first moment you have seemed like the old Robert. Iâll go tell Celestine.â She hurried away to tell Celestine to set an extra place. She even sent her off in search of some added delicacy which she had not thought of for herself. And she recommended great care in dripping the coffee and having the omelet done to a proper turn.
When she reentered, Robert was turning over magazines, sketches, and
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