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Of
course
,
he
’
s
nothing
but
a
rotten
playboy
—
still
,
a
fortune
of
that
size
is
a
responsibility
,
there
’
s
a
limit
to
the
negligence
a
man
can
permit
himself
!
"
He
glanced
at
her
face
:
it
was
oddly
tense
,
the
features
sharpened
,
making
her
look
older
.
"
He
owed
a
certain
duty
to
his
stockholders
,
didn
’
t
he
?
.
.
.
Didn
’
t
he
,
Henry
?
"
"
Do
you
mind
if
we
don
’
t
discuss
it
?
"
She
made
a
tightening
,
sidewise
movement
with
her
lips
,
the
equivalent
of
a
shrug
,
and
walked
into
the
bedroom
.
He
stood
at
the
window
,
looking
down
at
the
streaming
roofs
of
automobiles
,
letting
his
eyes
rest
on
something
while
his
faculty
of
sight
was
disconnected
.
His
mind
was
still
focused
on
the
crowd
in
the
ballroom
downstairs
and
on
two
figures
in
that
crowd
.
But
as
his
living
room
remained
on
the
edge
of
his
vision
,
so
the
sense
of
some
action
he
had
to
perform
remained
on
the
edge
of
his
consciousness
.
He
grasped
it
for
a
moment
—
it
was
the
fact
that
he
had
to
remove
his
evening
clothes
—
but
farther
beyond
the
edge
there
was
the
feeling
of
reluctance
to
undress
in
the
presence
of
a
strange
woman
in
his
bedroom
,
and
he
forgot
it
again
in
the
next
moment
.
Lillian
came
out
,
as
trimly
groomed
as
she
had
arrived
,
the
beige
traveling
suit
outlining
her
figure
with
efficient
tightness
,
the
hat
tilted
over
half
a
head
of
hair
set
in
waves
.
She
carried
her
suitcase
,
swinging
it
a
little
,
as
if
in
demonstration
of
her
ability
to
carry
it
.
He
reached
over
mechanically
and
took
the
suitcase
out
of
her
hand
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
to
the
station
.
"
"
Like
this
?
You
haven
’
t
changed
your
clothes
.
"
