She will tell you all the story while I am gone. But to choose this of all moments. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. McClintock does it; and he knows why.
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