Who was he?”
“Intriguing. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are
my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’
‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured
her. "It's strange the antipathy he bears to Sheppard. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first
novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. But she did not speak. She felt surges of
longing escape every corner of her flesh. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. It was
plain that a man of his age could only be interested for
one reason alone, yet she felt compelled to at know him a
little before the main event. Her head ached with a hollow pain. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. He returned her impressive greeting almost mechanically.
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