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Well
!
Have
her
come
in
!
"
He
swung
his
feet
down
to
the
floor
,
but
made
no
other
concession
,
and
waited
with
half
a
smile
of
alerted
curiosity
,
choosing
not
to
rise
until
a
moment
after
Lillian
had
entered
the
room
.
She
wore
a
wine
-
colored
dinner
gown
,
an
imitation
of
an
Empire
traveling
suit
,
with
a
miniature
double
-
breasted
jacket
gripping
her
high
waistline
over
the
long
sweep
of
the
skirt
,
and
a
small
hat
clinging
to
one
ear
,
with
a
feather
sweeping
down
to
curl
under
her
chin
.
She
entered
with
a
brusque
,
unrhythmical
motion
,
the
train
of
her
dress
and
the
feather
of
her
hat
swirling
,
then
flapping
against
her
legs
and
throat
,
like
pennants
signaling
nervousness
.
"
Lillian
,
my
dear
,
am
I
to
be
flattered
,
delighted
or
just
plain
flabbergasted
?
"
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
make
a
fuss
about
it
!
I
had
to
see
you
,
and
it
had
to
be
immediately
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
The
impatient
tone
,
the
peremptory
movement
with
which
she
sat
down
were
a
confession
of
weakness
:
by
the
rules
of
their
unwritten
language
,
one
did
not
assume
a
demanding
manner
unless
one
were
seeking
a
favor
and
had
no
value
—
no
threat
—
to
barter
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
stay
at
the
Gonzales
reception
?
"
she
asked
,
her
casual
smile
failing
to
hide
the
tone
of
irritation
.
"
I
dropped
in
on
them
after
dinner
,
just
to
catch
hold
of
you
—
but
they
said
you
hadn
’
t
been
feeling
well
and
had
gone
home
.
"
He
crossed
the
room
and
picked
up
a
cigarette
,
for
the
pleasure
of
padding
in
his
stocking
feet
past
the
formal
elegance
of
her
costume
.
"
I
was
bored
,
"
he
answered
.
