He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Not a moment is to be lost. I know faces. Still, I suppose Melusine can always sell the house. “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. She could have dined alone in her room; but courage had demanded that she face the ordeal and have done with it. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night.
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