Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-12-06
"'Oh something am afraid that wouldn't Interest you"

"Good-bye" she said Goodbye. It
has been perfectly charming
Clodagh smiled quick response.
Indeed it has-for me. Don't forget
tomorrow night"
Forget! Why, I'm existing to see that
play. Come, Daisy!'' She turned to her
daughter, who had Joined the group at tho
tea table. Pierce are you ready? Good
bye, Nance. Come with US to the eleva-
tor?'
Nance crossed the room readily, while
Estcoit shook hands with Clodagh.
Goodbye" he said. Il shall see you
tomorrow night-if not sooner"
She pressed his hand warmly. make it
sooner she said. And they both laughed
after the manner of people who under
stand and like each other.
The momentary departure Of Nance left
Clodagh, Gore and Deerehurst the sole oc-
cupants of the room. After Estcoit had
and in that pause Clodagh was prey to
conflicting feeings-passionate hope that
Deerehurst might see fit to CO. passionate
fear that Gore might leave before they
could have a word in private.
And while her mind swayed between hope
and fear Deerehurst drew forward chair
and seated himself beside her.
II shall be interested to know what you
think of this he said, leaning forward and
lifting the book from the arm of her chair,
where she had allowed it to lie untouched.
She smiled mechanically, though her
senses were strained to observe Cores at
titude.
1T is very good of you 1 am sure-I
am sure l shall like it,
For instant his cold glance rested Gu
riously on her face; the next it fell again
to the book.
II shall expect you to like It," he said
systematically.
What is the book?'' Gore came quietly
forward and stood looking down at them.
Deerehurst raised his eyes with an ex-
preston in which amusement and a faint
| contempt were to be read by close OBJ
server.
1.-The book,' he said. "Oh, something, I
am afraid that wouldn't interest you. 1
| don't believe the writer knew anything of
far countries-or even of fishing" He
| PAUSED and deliberately turned half a dozen
| pages. HE only understood one thing, but
| that he understood perfectly"
Gore laughed.
and may a Philistine ask what 1t wasp
"Oh, certainly 1t was love-"
! The door opened as he said the word in
| his high, expressive voice, and to Clodagh' s
| indescribabe relief Nance entered.
| In the second that she stepped across the
| threshold her bright eyes passed from one
| face to the other, and rapid process of de-
duction took place in her mind.
walter she said, pleasantly. pierce
| you about Japan. Do you mind If I ask IL
| now?" She walked to the open window.
| Gore followed her, and Clodagh drew a
| breath of deep relief.
Ten minutes passed-ten interminable
minutes. in which she strove to attend to
| Deerehurst's words, while her ears were
| strained to follow the conversation in the
window. Then at last relief came. He
| rose to go.
Il must say goodbye" he said. taking
her hand. Il shall await your verdict on
the verses. There is one 1 want you spe-
| clally to read-the last one. Goodbye"
| She smiled, scarcely hearing what he
| said, and moment later he had bowed to
| the two in the window and passed out OF
| the ROOM
AS the outer door closed Nance came
! across to her sister.
| do you mind if run down to Sloane
| street, Chop she asked. IT never remem.
| bered those lozenges for Aunt Fan, and
| can just catch the Irish mail"
| Without waiting for an answer she
| stopped and kissed Clodaghs forehead, and
turning, passed out of the room.
| After she had left them there was g
silence. in which neither Clodagh nor Gore
| made any attempt to speak.
| Filled with a nervous sense Of something
| inevitably impending, Clodagh sat very
! still. She dreaded to look at Gore lest she
| might precipitate what he was going tt
| say, yet to her strained mind suspense ap
peared intolerable She clasped her hands
suddenly, with a little catching of the
| breath.
At the faint yet significant sound hi
turned from the window, and, coming