David was wont to coax and comfort until the storm was over; but this
time he put on his hat and left the house without a word. When he
returned at dinner time the sky was serene and the atmosphere almost
balmy. Lavinia kissed him on both cheeks and turned to pick a thread
from his coat with wifely care. Her lips wore a satisfied smirk.
“It’s all fixed. I had the luck to run into a meeting of the committee
at Mrs. Henderson’s, and they want Eileen to play three numbers. I have
written Judith to get her the finest dress in New York--not to mind the
cost--and to send the titles by return mail. I’m going to give a big
reception, Friday afternoon.”
David smiled wearily. Another whirlpool in his domestic stream had been
navigated, safely. Before him lay a week of tranquillity. Vine was
always amiable, with some such absorbing task in prospect.