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"
Three
months
from
now
?
"
he
said
.
"
But
you
know
that
I
can
’
t
tell
what
urgent
business
might
come
up
to
call
me
out
of
town
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
!
But
couldn
’
t
I
make
a
formal
appointment
with
you
,
way
in
advance
,
just
like
any
railroad
executive
,
automobile
manufacturer
or
junk
—
I
mean
,
scrap
—
dealer
?
They
say
you
never
miss
an
appointment
.
Of
course
,
I
’
d
let
you
pick
the
date
to
suit
your
convenience
.
"
She
was
looking
up
at
him
,
her
glance
acquiring
some
special
quality
of
feminine
appeal
by
being
sent
from
under
her
lowered
forehead
up
toward
his
full
height
;
she
asked
,
a
little
too
casually
and
too
cautiously
,
"
The
date
I
had
in
mind
was
December
tenth
,
but
would
you
prefer
the
ninth
or
the
eleventh
?
"
"
It
makes
no
difference
to
me
.
"
She
said
gently
,
"
December
tenth
is
our
wedding
anniversary
,
Henry
.
"
They
were
all
watching
his
face
;
if
they
expected
a
look
of
guilt
,
what
they
saw
,
instead
,
was
a
faint
smile
of
amusement
.
She
could
not
have
intended
this
as
a
trap
,
he
thought
,
because
he
could
escape
it
so
easily
,
by
refusing
to
accept
any
blame
for
his
forgetfulness
and
by
leaving
her
spurned
;
she
knew
that
his
feeling
for
her
was
her
only
weapon
.
Her
motive
,
he
thought
,
was
a
proudly
indirect
attempt
to
test
his
feeling
and
to
confess
her
own
.
A
party
was
not
his
form
of
celebration
,
but
it
was
hers
.
It
meant
nothing
in
his
terms
;
in
hers
,
it
meant
the
best
tribute
she
could
offer
to
him
and
to
their
marriage
.
He
had
to
respect
her
intention
,
he
thought
,
even
if
he
did
not
share
her
standards
,
even
if
he
did
not
know
whether
he
still
cared
for
any
tribute
from
her
.
He
had
to
let
her
win
,
he
thought
,
because
she
had
thrown
herself
upon
his
mercy
.
He
smiled
,
an
open
,
unresentful
smile
in
acknowledgment
of
her
victory
.
"
All
right
,
Lillian
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
I
promise
to
be
here
on
the
night
of
December
tenth
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
dear
.
"
Her
smile
had
a
closed
,
mysterious
quality
;
he
wondered
why
he
had
a
moment
’
s
impression
that
his
attitude
had
disappointed
them
all
.
If
she
trusted
him
,
he
thought
,
if
her
feeling
for
him
was
still
alive
,
then
he
would
match
her
trust
.
He
had
to
say
it
;
words
were
a
lens
to
focus
one
’
s
mind
,
and
he
could
not
use
words
for
anything
else
tonight
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
I
’
m
late
,
Lillian
,
but
today
at
the
mills
we
poured
the
first
heat
of
Rearden
Metal
.
"
There
was
a
moment
of
silence
.
Then
Philip
said
,
"
Well
,
that
’
s
nice
.
"
The
others
said
nothing
.
