“I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all days. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. “Odd!” he remarked, rather surprisingly, after a little interval. It was the grand nursery of vice. ’ A thought caught in her mind and she turned quickly to her old nurse. 235 “No, I think she’s out sick with a throat infection. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. They are mine! They were sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you.
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