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Then
she
walked
back
into
the
ballroom
,
cutting
straight
through
the
crowd
,
and
the
only
thing
left
of
the
tears
she
had
tried
to
hold
back
in
the
darkness
of
the
terrace
,
was
the
fiercely
luminous
sparkle
of
her
eyes
.
If
he
wished
to
stand
by
her
openly
,
even
though
she
was
only
a
shop
girl
,
if
he
wished
to
flaunt
it
,
if
he
had
brought
her
here
to
face
the
indignation
of
his
friends
—
then
it
was
the
gesture
of
a
courageous
man
defying
their
opinion
,
and
she
was
willing
to
match
his
courage
by
serving
as
the
scarecrow
of
the
occasion
.
But
she
was
glad
when
it
was
over
,
when
she
sat
beside
him
in
his
car
,
driving
home
through
the
darkness
.
She
felt
a
bleak
kind
of
relief
.
Her
battling
defiance
ebbed
into
a
strange
,
desolate
feeling
;
she
tried
not
to
give
way
to
it
.
Jim
said
little
;
he
sat
looking
sullenly
out
the
car
window
;
she
wondered
whether
she
had
disappointed
him
in
some
manner
.
On
the
stoop
of
her
rooming
house
,
she
said
to
him
forlornly
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
if
I
let
you
down
.
.
.
"
He
did
not
answer
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
asked
,
"
What
would
you
say
if
I
asked
you
to
marry
me
?
"
She
looked
at
him
,
she
looked
around
them
—
there
was
a
filthy
mattress
hanging
on
somebody
’
s
window
sill
,
a
pawnshop
across
the
street
,
a
garbage
pail
at
the
stoop
beside
them
—
one
did
not
ask
such
a
question
in
such
a
place
,
she
did
not
know
what
it
meant
,
and
she
answered
,
"
I
guess
I
.
.
.
I
haven
’
t
any
sense
of
humor
.
"
"
This
is
a
proposal
,
my
dear
.
"
Then
this
was
the
way
they
reached
their
first
kiss
—
with
tears
running
down
her
face
,
tears
unshed
at
the
party
,
tears
of
shock
,
of
happiness
,
of
thinking
that
this
should
be
happiness
,
and
of
a
low
,
desolate
voice
telling
her
that
this
was
not
the
way
she
would
have
wanted
it
to
happen
.
She
had
not
thought
about
the
newspapers
,
until
the
day
when
Jim
told
her
to
come
to
his
apartment
and
she
found
it
crowded
with
people
who
had
notebooks
,
cameras
and
flash
bulbs
.
When
she
saw
her
picture
in
the
papers
for
the
first
time
—
a
picture
of
them
together
,
Jim
’
s
arm
around
her
—
she
giggled
with
delight
and
wondered
proudly
whether
every
person
in
the
city
had
seen
it
.
After
a
while
,
the
delight
vanished
.
They
kept
photographing
her
at
the
dime
-
store
counter
,
in
the
subway
,
on
the
stoop
of
the
tenement
house
,
in
her
miserable
room
.
She
would
have
taken
money
from
Jim
now
and
run
to
hide
in
some
obscure
hotel
for
the
weeks
of
their
engagement
—
but
he
did
not
offer
it
.
