"Well, he and Phil have moved out of Boots's house, and Boots has wired
Gerald and Gladys that the house is ready for them until they can find a
place of their own. Of course they'll both come here--in fact, their
luggage is upstairs now--Boots takes the blue room and Phil his old
quarters, . . . But don't you think it is perfectly sweet of Boots? And
isn't it good to have Philip back again?"
"Y-es," said Eileen faintly. Lying there, the deep azure of her eyes
starred with tears, a new tremor altered her mouth, and the tight-curled
upper lip quivered. Her heart, too, had begun its heavy, unsteady
response in recognition of her lover's name; she turned partly away from
Nina, burying her face in her brilliant hair; and beside her slim
length, straight and tense, her arms lay, the small hands contracting
till they had closed as tightly as her teeth.
It was no child, now, who lay there, fighting down the welling
desolation; no visionary adolescent grieving over the colourless ashes
of her first romance; not even the woman, socially achieved,
intelligently and intellectually in love.
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