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"
I
’
m
economizing
.
"
"
Will
you
come
down
and
have
dinner
?
"
Some
confusion
with
baggage
ensued
.
"
This
is
my
sister
—
Doctor
Diver
from
Zurich
.
"
Dick
bowed
to
a
young
woman
of
twenty
-
five
,
tall
and
confident
.
She
was
both
formidable
and
vulnerable
,
he
decided
,
remembering
other
women
with
flower
-
like
mouths
grooved
for
bits
.
"
I
’
ll
drop
in
after
dinner
,
"
Dick
promised
.
"
First
I
must
get
acclimated
.
"
He
wheeled
off
his
bicycle
,
feeling
Nicole
’
s
eyes
following
him
,
feeling
her
helpless
first
love
,
feeling
it
twist
around
inside
him
He
went
three
hundred
yards
up
the
slope
to
the
other
hotel
,
he
engaged
a
room
and
found
himself
washing
without
a
memory
of
the
intervening
ten
minutes
,
only
a
sort
of
drunken
flush
pierced
with
voices
,
unimportant
voices
that
did
not
know
how
much
he
was
loved
.
They
were
waiting
for
him
and
incomplete
without
him
.
He
was
still
the
incalculable
element
;
Miss
Warren
and
the
young
Italian
wore
their
anticipation
as
obviously
as
Nicole
.
The
salon
of
the
hotel
,
a
room
of
fabled
acoustics
,
was
stripped
for
dancing
but
there
was
a
small
gallery
of
Englishwomen
of
a
certain
age
,
with
neckbands
,
dyed
hair
and
faces
powdered
pinkish
gray
;
and
of
American
women
of
a
certain
age
,
with
snowy
-
white
transformations
,
black
dresses
and
lips
of
cherry
red
.
Miss
Warren
and
Marmora
were
at
a
corner
table
—
Nicole
was
diagonally
across
from
them
forty
yards
away
,
and
as
Dick
arrived
he
heard
her
voice
:
"
Can
you
hear
me
?
I
’
m
speaking
naturally
.
"
"
Perfectly
,
"
"
Hello
,
Doctor
Diver
.
"
