He
has been back three days. If he wished to see me before he went
away, why does he not come to see me now? Daily I determine I will
let no thought of him come into my mind. The purposes for which I
came to Scarborough Square will be defeated if I continue to think of
this unimaginable happening that is with me day and night, this
peculiar behavior of which he makes no explanation. I determine not
to think, and thought is ever with me.
I was silly, foolish, quixotic to hope that here, in this little
world of workaday people, he might be brought to see that personal
acquisition and advance is not enough to give life meaning, to
justify what it exacts. I was foolish. We are more apart than when
I came.
Mrs. Mundy, in her blue cotton dress, a band of embroidery in the
neck of its close-fitting basque, and around her waist a long, white
apron which reached beyond her ample hips to the middle of her back,
lingered this morning, dust-cloth in hand, at the door of my
sitting-room. There was something else she wanted to say.
"I'm mighty 'fraid little Gertie Archer is going to have what we used
to call a galloping case.
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