Part 40 (2/2)
”What are you?” she taunted.
”A prophet. Jerry is no woman's plaything. Let him be. You don't know him as I do. I warn you.”
She suddenly went into a fit of laughter, meant to ruffle my dignity.
”Off with my head! If you knew how much you remind me of the _Queen_ in 'Alice in Wonderland'!”
”I'm sorry you won't take me seriously.”
”I can't,” she laughed again. ”You're too absurd to be tragic.”
”Perhaps we had better be going toward the house,” I remarked.
She moved slowly along, her back eloquent of disdain. But she paused for a moment to let me join her.
”You see? I've tried. You won't be friendly.”
”My advice is friendly--”
”I never follow advice. We're enemies. It is written.”
I shrugged. Impolite I may have been, but there was no use mincing matters. My preposterous emba.s.sy had failed. As we neared the house she left me on the lawn and turned to where Jerry and the others were moving toward the tennis courts.
”You'll find Miss Gore upon the veranda,” she smiled over her shoulder with careless gayety. She was extraordinary. But I'm sure that never before had I hated the girl as at that moment. Thoughtfully I made my way to the veranda and Miss Gore.
”Well,” she said cheerfully as I sank into a chair, ”you are friends again?”
”No.”
”It's really too bad. I think you take life too seriously, Mr. Canby.”
”Perhaps.” I remained silent. She worked at her embroidery frame for a moment as though to attune herself to my mood and then:
”Briar Hills can't hope for a visit which hasn't an ulterior purpose.
What is it?”
As usual she wasted no words and smiled benignly, a comfortable motherly smile at once quizzical and forgiving.
”I _did_ want to see you,” I put in awkwardly. ”It has been a long time--”
”I'll spare you the necessity for explanations. You're here to tell me that Jerry is drinking and to find out why. Isn't that so?”
I could only stare at her in wonder at her intuitions, and made some remark which she chose to disregard.
”As I predicted, the disease is pa.s.sing,” she said quietly, ”but it's leaving Marcia first. Three weeks ago Jerry was a G.o.d to Marcia. Last week she showed signs of disenchantment. This week she is plainly bored.”
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