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Rosemary
had
a
sharp
feeling
of
disappointment
—
she
looked
quickly
at
Dick
,
as
though
to
ask
an
explanation
of
this
incongruous
mingling
.
But
there
was
nothing
unusual
in
his
expression
.
He
greeted
his
new
guests
with
a
proud
bearing
and
an
obvious
deference
to
their
infinite
and
unknown
possibilities
.
She
believed
in
him
so
much
that
presently
she
accepted
the
rightness
of
the
McKiscos
’
presence
as
if
she
had
expected
to
meet
them
all
along
.
"
I
’
ve
met
you
in
Paris
,
"
McKisco
said
to
Abe
North
,
who
with
his
wife
had
arrived
on
their
heels
,
"
in
fact
I
’
ve
met
you
twice
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
,
"
Abe
said
.
"
Then
where
was
it
?
"
demanded
McKisco
,
not
content
to
let
well
enough
alone
.
"
Why
,
I
think
—
"
Abe
got
tired
of
the
game
,
"
I
can
’
t
remember
.
"
The
interchange
filled
a
pause
and
Rosemary
’
s
instinct
was
that
something
tactful
should
be
said
by
somebody
,
but
Dick
made
no
attempt
to
break
up
the
grouping
formed
by
these
late
arrivals
,
not
even
to
disarm
Mrs
.
McKisco
of
her
air
of
supercilious
amusement
.
He
did
not
solve
this
social
problem
because
he
knew
it
was
not
of
importance
at
the
moment
and
would
solve
itself
.
He
was
saving
his
newness
for
a
larger
effort
,
waiting
a
more
significant
moment
for
his
guests
to
be
conscious
of
a
good
time
.
Rosemary
stood
beside
Tommy
Barban
—
he
was
in
a
particularly
scornful
mood
and
there
seemed
to
be
some
special
stimulus
working
upon
him
.
He
was
leaving
in
the
morning
.
"
Going
home
?
"
"
Home
?
I
have
no
home
.
I
am
going
to
a
war
.
"
