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not going to Mrs. Merrimanā€™s,ā€ she said. ā€œIf you see her, tell her so. But perhaps I had better write. I think I shall write now, and say that I am sorry her child is sick, and tell her not to count on me.ā€

ā€œIt would be a good scheme,ā€ acquiesced Arobin. ā€œI donā€™t blame you; stupid lot!ā€

Edna opened the blotter, and having procured paper and pen, began to write the note. Arobin lit a cigar and read the evening paper, which he had in his pocket.

ā€œWhat is the date?ā€ she asked. He told her.

ā€œWill you mail this for me when you go out?ā€

ā€œCertainly.ā€ He read to her little bits out of the newspaper, while she straightened things on the table.

ā€œWhat do you want to do?ā€ he asked, throwing aside the paper. ā€œDo you want to go out for a walk or a drive or anything? It would be a fine night to drive.ā€

ā€œNo; I donā€™t want to do anything but just be quiet. You go away and amuse yourself. Donā€™t stay.ā€

ā€œIā€™ll go away if I must; but I shanā€™t amuse myself. You know that I only live when I am near you.ā€

He stood up to bid her good night.

ā€œIs that one of the things you always say to women?ā€

ā€œI have said it before, but I donā€™t think I ever came so near meaning it,ā€ he answered with a smile. There were no warm lights in her eyes; only a dreamy, absent look.

ā€œGood night. I adore you. Sleep well,ā€ he said, and he kissed her hand and went away.

She stayed alone in a kind of reverieā ā€”a sort of stupor. Step by step she lived over every instant of the time she had been with Robert after he had entered Mademoiselle Reiszā€™s door. She recalled his words, his looks. How few and meager they had been for her hungry heart! A visionā ā€”a transcendently seductive vision of a Mexican girl arose before her. She writhed with a jealous pang. She wondered when he would come back. He had not said he would come back. She had been with him, had heard his voice and touched his hand. But some way he had seemed nearer to her off there in Mexico.

XXXV

The morning was full of sunlight and hope. Edna could see before her no denialā ā€”only the promise of excessive joy. She lay in bed awake, with bright eyes full of speculation. ā€œHe loves you, poor fool.ā€ If she could but get that conviction firmly fixed in her mind, what mattered about the rest? She felt she had been childish and unwise the night before in giving herself over to despondency. She recapitulated the motives which no doubt explained Robertā€™s reserve. They were not insurmountable; they would not hold if he really loved her; they could not hold against her own passion, which he must come to realize in time. She pictured him going to his business that morning. She even saw how he was dressed; how he walked down one street, and turned the corner of another; saw him bending over his desk, talking to people who entered the office, going to his lunch, and perhaps watching for her on the street. He would come to her in the afternoon or evening, sit and roll his cigarette, talk a little, and go away as he had done the night before. But how delicious it would be to have him there with her! She would have no regrets, nor seek to penetrate his reserve if he still chose to wear it.

Edna ate her breakfast only half dressed. The maid brought her a delicious printed scrawl from Raoul, expressing his love, asking her to send him some bonbons, and telling her they had found that morning ten tiny white pigs all lying in a row beside Lidieā€™s big white pig.

A letter also came from her husband, saying he hoped to be back early in March, and then they would get ready for that journey abroad which he had promised her so long, which he felt now fully able to afford; he felt able to travel as people should, without any thought of small economiesā ā€”thanks to his recent speculations in Wall Street.

Much to her surprise she received a note from Arobin, written at midnight from the club. It was to say good morning to her, to hope she had slept well, to assure her of his devotion, which he trusted she in some faintest manner returned.

All these letters were pleasing to her. She answered the children in a cheerful frame of mind, promising them bonbons, and congratulating them upon their happy find of the little pigs.

She answered her husband with friendly evasivenessā ā€”not with any fixed design to mislead him, only because all sense of reality had gone out of her life; she had abandoned herself to Fate, and awaited the consequences with indifference.

To Arobinā€™s note she made no reply. She put it under Celestineā€™s stove-lid.

Edna worked several hours with much spirit. She saw no one but a picture dealer, who asked her if it were true that she was going abroad to study in Paris.

She said possibly she might, and he negotiated with her for some Parisian studies to reach him in time for the holiday trade in December.

Robert did not come that day. She was keenly disappointed. He did not come the following day, nor the next. Each morning she awoke with hope, and each night she was a prey to despondency. She was tempted to seek him out. But far from yielding to the impulse, she avoided any occasion which might throw her in his way. She did not go to Mademoiselle Reiszā€™s nor pass by Madame Lebrunā€™s, as she might have done if he had still been in Mexico.

When Arobin, one night, urged her to drive with him, she wentā ā€”out to the lake, on the Shell Road. His horses were full of mettle, and even a little unmanageable. She liked the rapid gait at which they spun along, and

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