Alpha Book

His old self again! What could be more welcome? Not one shadow in his
pleasant eyes, not a trace of pallor, of care, of that gray aloofness.
How jolly, how young he was after all!
They discussed, or laughed at, or mentioned and dismissed with a gesture
a thousand matters of common interest in that swift hour--incredibly
swift, unless the hall clock's deadened chimes were mocking Time itself
with mischievous effrontery.
She heard them, the enchantment still in her eyes; he nodded, listening,
meeting her gaze with his smile undisturbed. When the last chime had
sounded she lay back among her cushions.
"Thank you for staying," she said quite happily.
"Am I to go?"
Smilingly thoughtful she considered him from her pillows:
"Where were you going when I--spoiled it all? For you were going
somewhere--out there"--with a gesture toward the darkness
outside--"somewhere where men go to have the good times they always seem
to have. . . . Was it to your club? What do men do there? Is it very gay
at men's clubs? .


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