III

Lucretia, departing, left me tremulous. The flame-like rush of her

mind had scorched my consciousness; the great waves of her emotion had

pounded and beaten me. I shared, and yet shrank from, her passionate

apprehension of our little Desire's failure in the righteous life. For

I was, and am, fond of Desire.

I spent a feverish and most miserable day. There were so many unhappy

things to consider! The gossip that would rack the town apparently did

not concern Lucretia at all. I am hide-bound, I dare say, and choked

with convention. Certainly I shrank from the notoriety that would

attach itself to us when young Mrs. Arnold Ackroyd took up her

residence in Reno, as a first step toward the wider life. {82} Then

there was the disruption of old ties of friendship and esteem. It

would be painful to lose the Ackroyds from among our intimates, yet

impossible to retain them on the old footing. I already had that

curious feeling of having done the united clan vicarious injury.

Toward five o'clock my sister Mary, Mrs. Greening, tapped on the door.

Mary Greening and I are good friends for brother and sister. As

children we were chums; we abbreviated for each other the middle name

we all bore, Mary calling me Stub, and I calling her Stubby. We meant

this to express exceptional fraternal fealty. It was like a mystic

rite that bound us together.

She came in almost breezily. For a woman in late middle life Mary

Greening is comely. There is at the bottom {83} of her nature an

indomitable youthfulness, to which her complexion and movements bear

happy witness.

"Well, Stub, has Lucretia been here?"

"Come and sit down, Mary. Yes, Lucretia has been here. Very much so,"

I answered dejectedly.

Mary swept across the room almost majestically. Quite the type of a

fine woman is Mary Greening, though perhaps a thought too plump. She

threw back her sable stole and unfastened her braided violet coat; she

prefers richly embellished garments, though they are thought garish by

some of the matrons in her set.

"You keep it much too warm in here," she said critically.

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