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heavy horsehair and mahogany furniture that seemed to set her off；
she diffused an atmosphere of cleanly grace and prim refinement
through the apartment。 The priestess of this ascetic temple； the
femininity of her closely covered arms； her pink ears； and a little
serviceable morocco house…shoe that was visible lower down； resting
on the carved lion's paw that upheld the centre…table； appeared to
be only the more accented。 And the precisely rounded but softly
heaving bosom； that was pressed upon the edges of the open book of
sermons before her； seemed to assert itself triumphantly over the
rigors of the volume。
At least so her husband and lover thought； as he moved tenderly
towards her。 She met his first kiss on her forehead； the second；
a supererogatory one； based on some supposed inefficiency in the
first； fell upon a shining band of her hair； beside her neck。 She
reached up her slim hands； caught his wrists firmly； and； slightly
putting him aside； said：
〃There； Edward？〃
〃I drove out from Warensboro； so as to get here to…night； as I have
to return to the city on Tuesday。 I thought it would give me a
little more time with you； Joan；〃 he said； looking around him； and；
at last； hesitatingly drawing an apparently reluctant chair from
its formal position at the window。 The remembrance that he had
ever dared to occupy the same chair with her； now seemed hardly
possible of credence。
〃If it was a question of your travelling on the Lord's Day； Edward；
I would rather you should have waited until to…morrow；〃 she said；
with slow precision。
〃ButII thought I'd get here in time for the meeting；〃 he said；
weakly。
〃And instead； you have driven through the town； I suppose； where
everybody will see you and talk about it。 But；〃 she added； raising
her dark eyes suddenly to his； 〃where else have you been？ The
train gets into Warensboro at six； and it's only half an hour's
drive from there。 What have you been doing； Edward？〃
It was scarcely a felicitous moment for the introduction of
Demorest's name； and he would have avoided it。 But he reflected
that he had been seen； and he was naturally truthful。 〃I met Dick
Demorest near the church； and as he had something to tell me； we
drove down the turnpike a little wayso as to be out of the town；
you know； Joanandand〃
He stopped。 Her face had taken upon itself that appalling and
exasperating calmness of very good people who never get angry； but
drive others to frenzy by the simple occlusion of an adamantine
veil between their own feelings and their opponents'。 〃I'll tell
you all about it after I've put up the horse；〃 he said hurriedly；
glad to escape until the veil was lifted again。 〃I suppose the
hired man is out。〃
〃I should hope he was in church； Edward； but I trust YOU won't
delay taking care of that poor dumb brute who has been obliged to
minister to your and Mr。 Demorest's Sabbath pleasures。〃
Blandford did not wait for a further suggestion。 When the door had
closed behind him； Mrs。 Blandford went to the mantel…shelf； where a
grimly allegorical clock cut down the hours and minutes of men with
a scythe； and consulted it with a slight knitting of her pretty
eyebrows。 Then she fell into a vague abstraction； standing before
the open book on the centre…table。 Then she closed it with a snap；
and methodically putting it exactly in the middle of the top of a
black cabinet in the corner； lifted the shaded lamp in her hand and
passed slowly with it up the stairs to her bedroom； where her light
steps were heard moving to and fro。 In a few moments she reappeared；
stopping for a moment in the hall with the lighted lamp as if to
watch and listen for her husband's return。 Seen in that favorable
light； her cheeks had caught a delicate color； and her dark eyes
shone softly。 Putting the lamp down in exactly the same place as
before； she returned to the cabinet for the book； brought it again
to the table； opened it at the page where she had placed her
perforated cardboard book…marker； sat down beside it； and with her
hands in her lap and her eyes on the page began abstractedly to tear
a small piece of paper into tiny fragments。 When she had reduced it
to the smallest shreds； she scraped the pieces out of her silk lap
and again collected them in the pink hollow of her little hand；
kneeling down on the scrupulously well…swept carpet to peck up with
a bird…like action of her thumb and forefinger an escaped atom here
and there。 These and the contents of her hand she poured into the
chilly cavity of a sepulchral…looking alabaster vase that stood on
the etagere。 Returning to her old seat； and making a nest for her
clasped fingers in the lap of her dress； she remained in that
attitude； her shoulders a little narrowed and bent forward； until
her husband returned。
〃I've lit the fire in the bedroom for you to change your clothes
by；〃 she said； as he entered； then evading the caress which this
wifely attention provoked； by bending still more primly over her
book； she added； 〃Go at once。 You're making everything quite damp
here。〃
He returned in a few moments in his slippers and jacket； but
evidently found the same difficulty in securing a conjugal and
confidential contiguity to his wife。 There was no apparent social
centre or nucleus of comfort in the apartment； its fireplace；
sealed by an iron ornament like a monumental tablet over dead
ashes； had its functions superseded by an air…tight drum in the
corner； warmed at second…hand from the dining…room below； and
offered no attractive seclusion； the sofa against the wall was
immovable and formally repellent。 He was obliged to draw a chair
beside the table； whose every curve seemed to facilitate his wife's
easy withdrawal from side…by…side familiarity。
〃Demorest has been urging me very strongly to go to California；
but； of course； I spoke of you；〃 he said； stealing his hand into
his wife's lap； and possessing himself of her fingers。
Mrs。 Blandford slowly lifted her fingers enclosed in his clasping
hand and placed them in shameless publicity on the volume before
her。 This implied desecration was too much for Blandford； he
withdrew his hand。
〃Does that man propose to go with you？〃 asked Mrs。 Blandford；
coldly。
〃No； he's preoccupied with other matters that he wanted me to talk
to you about；〃 said her husband； hesitatingly。 〃He is〃
〃Because〃continued Mrs。 Blandford in the same measured tone； 〃if
he does not add his own evil company to his advice； it is the best
he has ever given yet。 I think he might have taken another day
than the Lord's to talk about it； but we must not despise the means
nor the hour whence the truth comes。 Father wanted me to take some
reasonable moment to prepare you to consider it seriously； and I
thought of talking to you about it to…morrow。 He thinks it would
be a very judicious plan。 Even Deacon Truesdail〃
〃Having sold his invoice of damaged sugar kettles for mining
purposes； is converted；〃 said Blandford； goaded into momentary
testiness by his wife's unexpected acquiescence and a sudden
recollection of Demorest's prophecy。 〃You have changed your
opinion； Joan； since last fall； when yo