It was as
convincing as a scene in comic opera.
"By the way," said he, "I didn't encumber myself with much luggage this
trip. I have nothing but the clothes I stand in."
I made a reckless offer of my husband's evening things, which he as
recklessly accepted, not knowing if he could get into them; but I thought
he did not look so badly as he was, in his sun-faded corduroys, the whole
of him from head to foot as pale as a plaster cast with dust, except his
bright blue eyes, which had hard, dark circles around them.
"The train is coming," I warned him.
"_She_ is coming! _A la bonne heure!_" he cried, and was off on a run, and
whistled a car that was going up Main Street to the natatorium; and I knew
that in ten minutes he would be reveling in the plunge, while I should be
making the best of this beautiful crisis of his inventing to Miss Comyn.
* * * * *
My dear, they are the prettiest pair! Providence, no doubt, designed
them for each other, if he had not made this unpardonable break. She has
a spirit of her own, has Miss Kitty, and if she cried up-stairs alone
with me,--tears of anger and mortification, it struck me, rather than of
heart-grief,--I will venture she shed no tears before him.
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