"
"Other things?"
"Yes, the things of to-morrow. Duty, the demands that lie--over the
Alps."
"I--renounce them all!"
"But they will not renounce us!"
Travers felt her slipping from him. A man whose youth has been denied, as
his had, is a puppet in Fate's hands when youth makes its claims.
"I--mean to have you! Do you hear me? I mean to have you."
And just then Margaret Moffatt drew near. Calmly, smilingly, she came
like one playing her part in a perfectly arranged drama.
"You are here? Ready for home? Wasn't it sublime and exactly as it should
be? We are so nice and friendly with our real selves."
There was no surprise; no suggestion of disapproval. The world in which
they were all playing could have only direct and simple processes. But,
having lived in a past world where her perceptions had been made keen and
vital, Margaret Moffatt understood what she saw. She had noticed every
letting down and abandonment of Travers since he had joined them. She was
too wise not to know the effect of such a woman as Priscilla upon such a
man; such a denied and almost puritanical man as Travers.
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