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Irene mad blanoly suggested
she'd introduce Helen around
and take her in hand, and to her
amazement Walter, instead of
being grateful burst out: "Oh,
let her alone, will you! Let us
both alone for a couple of weeks,
at least. If I weren't so busy
now, we'd go away somewhere,
but we're having our honey
moon in New York and we don't
want to trot out to any parties
or dinners or anything else. We
just want to be alone"
Irene relayed Walters ulti.
matum to the girls.
Hes probably teaching her
how to use a fork and how not
to drink the water in the finger
bowls" Agnes snickered.
Then he'd better take a six
months honeymoon and send
her to good finishing school,"
Stella suggested, derisively.
"Oh, really!" This from Ethel,
who for some reason not quite
clear even to herself had con-
stituted herself Helen's cham
pion. "And since when did you
graduate from Miss Spence's?"
cts just as WE'LL" Irene de.
clared briskly. II don't particu-
larry relish being mortified by
her."
CHAPTER Xxx
Force of habit made Helen
waken at seven. For the first
few days she was startled to see
Walter lying beside her, his
thick hair tousled, his face half
buried in the pillow and one of
his arms holding her tightly.
He never relaxed his hold upon
her even in sleep as if he we're
afraid she might be snatched
away from him. Helen, who had
always slept alone, was uncom-
Portable at first in this caged-in
position but she forced herself
to lie perfectly still so as not to
disturb him. But after a few
nights she curled up in his en-
veloping arm and found therein
q peace and contentment such
as she had never dreamed Of in
her life before.
Meet At Lunch
One awake, Helen was unable
to fall asleep again but spent the
few minutes until he too opened
his eyes in luxurious contempla-
ton of the charming room, the
discreetly drawn curtains that
fluttered in the open window
and the never-ceasing roar of
the city. The bedroom was tall
and family blue in the morning
light. Walters trousers neatly
folded over chair, his long,
black shoes standing side by
side with her gray kid pumps
spoke volumes to her of delight
full intimacies. She pressed
against him and he awoke.
Watching him dress and shave,
his efficient, brisk movements
were a source of constant de-
light to Helen. Of course, he in
sisted on kissing her when his
face was lathered with shaving
soap. They had already timed
his dressing so that when he
finished shaving she arose and
got under the shower. BY the
time he fastened his collar and
adjusted his tie, Helen, fresh and
rosy in a blue lace negligee, was
ready to join him at breakfast.
To eat breakfast leisurely and
and not on the run! They were
both i'll at ease when the waiter,
with his immaculate white
coat and tight-fitting trousers,
brought in the breakfast table
and set it up in the living room.
Helen felt curiously wicked and
immoral in those moments. But
once he bowed himself out they
fell to enjoying the luxury of hot
rolls and delicious coffee. Helen
no longer felt like a courtesan!
Now she was the Competent
Young Matron, pouring coffee.
SolicitouS about cream and
sugar and marmalade.
Breakfast over. Walter lit his