And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant. “I would have given up anything to see you your old self again—as you are this evening. They must be for your father. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. She could tell that he was furious in that instant. She hugged Lucy, who had finished eating. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. Mrs. 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.
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