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She
entered
and
threw
the
door
closed
with
a
casual
,
imperious
gesture
,
the
gesture
of
an
owner
.
"
What
is
it
,
Lillian
?
"
he
asked
quietly
.
"
My
dear
,
you
mustn
’
t
confess
so
much
so
bluntly
"
—
she
moved
in
a
leisurely
manner
across
the
room
,
past
his
bed
,
and
sat
down
in
an
armchair
—
"
and
so
unflatteringly
.
It
’
s
an
admission
that
I
need
to
show
special
cause
for
taking
your
time
.
Should
I
make
an
appointment
through
your
secretary
?
"
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
holding
the
cigarette
at
his
lips
,
looking
at
her
,
volunteering
no
answer
.
She
laughed
.
"
My
reason
is
so
unusual
that
I
know
it
will
never
occur
to
you
:
loneliness
,
darling
.
Do
you
mind
throwing
a
few
crumbs
of
your
expensive
attention
to
a
beggar
?
Do
you
mind
if
I
stay
here
without
any
formal
reason
at
all
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
not
if
you
wish
to
.
"
"
I
have
nothing
weighty
to
discuss
—
no
million
-
dollar
orders
,
no
transcontinental
deals
,
no
rails
,
no
bridges
.
Not
even
the
political
situation
.
I
just
want
to
chatter
like
a
woman
about
perfectly
unimportant
things
.
"
"
Go
ahead
.
"
"
Henry
,
there
’
s
no
better
way
to
stop
me
,
is
there
?
"
She
had
an
air
of
helpless
,
appealing
sincerity
.
"
What
can
I
say
after
that
?
Suppose
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
the
new
novel
which
Balph
Eubank
is
writing
—
he
is
dedicating
it
to
me
—
would
that
interest
you
?
"
