His Other Wife: A Novel — page 130: what you’re looking at

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D ve fh 122. SPINNING A WEB. until his cigar had burned away to the stubby end that he now cast from his fingers out among the violets that bor- dered the alcove. The sound of music and laughter came to him from the drawing-rooms, and he arose from his reclining posture on the garden bench to return to the company. A dark figure occupied the door-way of the arbor, a white face gleamed above the dense crepe draperies. It was Leda. She did not stir from her calm pose, where she leaned one shoulder against the light-fluted column of the arbor. ‘*You seemed so happy that I would not speak to you 3 until you chose to move,” she said, as Warren rose and stood before her ‘Fave you been here long?” he asked, a little sternly. ‘‘Ves, long, if we let propriety measure the time—ten minutes or more by the chronometer.” Her tone was a trifle mocking, but tremulous, too, as if with strong feeling suppressed. : ‘‘Allow me to take you into the drawing-rooms, mad- am. You should not be here.” “You must not think I came seeking you. Indeed I thought you were still in the dining-room with the others. Nevertheless, I am glad to find you here. I must speak to you some time, and this will be as good as any.” She spoke with the perfect self-pcssession and savoir- voice of a woman of the world, and moved forward as if to take her seat within the arbor. GComichoo CS: (E(@) 3