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Finally
Brady
,
whose
heartiness
became
,
moment
by
moment
,
a
social
thing
instead
of
a
crude
assertion
and
reassertion
of
his
own
mental
health
,
and
his
preservation
of
it
by
a
detachment
from
the
frailties
of
others
.
Rosemary
,
as
dewy
with
belief
as
a
child
from
one
of
Mrs
.
Burnett
’
s
vicious
tracts
,
had
a
conviction
of
homecoming
,
of
a
return
from
the
derisive
and
salacious
improvisations
of
the
frontier
.
There
were
fireflies
riding
on
the
dark
air
and
a
dog
baying
on
some
low
and
far
-
away
ledge
of
the
cliff
.
The
table
seemed
to
have
risen
a
little
toward
the
sky
like
a
mechanical
dancing
platform
,
giving
the
people
around
it
a
sense
of
being
alone
with
each
other
in
the
dark
universe
,
nourished
by
its
only
food
,
warmed
by
its
only
lights
.
And
,
as
if
a
curious
hushed
laugh
from
Mrs
.
McKisco
were
a
signal
that
such
a
detachment
from
the
world
had
been
attained
,
the
two
Divers
began
suddenly
to
warm
and
glow
and
expand
,
as
if
to
make
up
to
their
guests
,
already
so
subtly
assured
of
their
importance
,
so
flattered
with
politeness
,
for
anything
they
might
still
miss
from
that
country
well
left
behind
.
Just
for
a
moment
they
seemed
to
speak
to
every
one
at
the
table
,
singly
and
together
,
assuring
them
of
their
friendliness
,
their
affection
.
And
for
a
moment
the
faces
turned
up
toward
them
were
like
the
faces
of
poor
children
at
a
Christmas
tree
.
Then
abruptly
the
table
broke
up
—
the
moment
when
the
guests
had
been
daringly
lifted
above
conviviality
into
the
rarer
atmosphere
of
sentiment
,
was
over
before
it
could
be
irreverently
breathed
,
before
they
had
half
realized
it
was
there
.
But
the
diffused
magic
of
the
hot
sweet
South
had
withdrawn
into
them
—
the
soft
-
pawed
night
and
the
ghostly
wash
of
the
Mediterranean
far
below
—
the
magic
left
these
things
and
melted
into
the
two
Divers
and
became
part
of
them
.
Rosemary
watched
Nicole
pressing
upon
her
mother
a
yellow
evening
bag
she
had
admired
,
saying
,
"
I
think
things
ought
to
belong
to
the
people
that
like
them
"
—
and
then
sweeping
into
it
all
the
yellow
articles
she
could
find
,
a
pencil
,
a
lipstick
,
a
little
note
book
,
"
because
they
all
go
together
.
"
Nicole
disappeared
and
presently
Rosemary
noticed
that
Dick
was
no
longer
there
;
the
guests
distributed
themselves
in
the
garden
or
drifted
in
toward
the
terrace
.
"
Do
you
want
,
"
Violet
McKisco
asked
Rosemary
,
"
to
go
to
the
bathroom
?
"
Not
at
that
precise
moment
.
"
I
want
,
"
insisted
Mrs
.
McKisco
,
"
to
go
to
the
bathroom
.
"
As
a
frank
outspoken
woman
she
walked
toward
the
house
,
dragging
her
secret
after
her
,
while
Rosemary
looked
after
with
reprobation
.
Earl
Brady
proposed
that
they
walk
down
to
the
sea
wall
but
she
felt
that
this
was
her
time
to
have
a
share
of
Dick
Diver
when
he
reappeared
,
so
she
stalled
,
listening
to
McKisco
quarrel
with
Barban
.
"
Why
do
you
want
to
fight
the
Soviets
?
"
McKisco
said
.
"
The
greatest
experiment
ever
made
by
humanity
?
And
the
Riff
?
It
seems
to
me
it
would
be
more
heroic
to
fight
on
the
just
side
.
"
"
How
do
you
find
out
which
it
is
?
"
asked
Barban
dryly
.
