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To
Rosemary
it
seemed
very
poignant
to
drive
away
and
leave
them
in
their
house
.
Again
she
wondered
what
Mrs
.
McKisco
had
seen
in
the
bathroom
.
It
was
a
limpid
black
night
,
hung
as
in
a
basket
from
a
single
dull
star
.
The
horn
of
the
car
ahead
was
muffled
by
the
resistance
of
the
thick
air
.
Brady
’
s
chauffeur
drove
slowly
;
the
tail
-
light
of
the
other
car
appeared
from
time
to
time
at
turnings
—
then
not
at
all
.
But
after
ten
minutes
it
came
into
sight
again
,
drawn
up
at
the
side
of
the
road
.
Brady
’
s
chauffeur
slowed
up
behind
but
immediately
it
began
to
roll
forward
slowly
and
they
passed
it
.
In
the
instant
they
passed
it
they
heard
a
blur
of
voices
from
behind
the
reticence
of
the
limousine
and
saw
that
the
Divers
’
chauffeur
was
grinning
.
Then
they
went
on
,
going
fast
through
the
alternating
banks
of
darkness
and
thin
night
,
descending
at
last
in
a
series
of
roller
-
coaster
swoops
,
to
the
great
bulk
of
Gausse
’
s
hotel
.
Rosemary
dozed
for
three
hours
and
then
lay
awake
,
suspended
in
the
moonshine
.
Cloaked
by
the
erotic
darkness
she
exhausted
the
future
quickly
,
with
all
the
eventualities
that
might
lead
up
to
a
kiss
,
but
with
the
kiss
itself
as
blurred
as
a
kiss
in
pictures
.
She
changed
position
in
bed
deliberately
,
the
first
sign
of
insomnia
she
had
ever
had
,
and
tried
to
think
with
her
mother
’
s
mind
about
the
question
.
In
this
process
she
was
often
acute
beyond
her
experience
,
with
remembered
things
from
old
conversations
that
had
gone
into
her
half
-
heard
.
Rosemary
had
been
brought
up
with
the
idea
of
work
.
Mrs
.
Speers
had
spent
the
slim
leavings
of
the
men
who
had
widowed
her
on
her
daughter
’
s
education
,
and
when
she
blossomed
out
at
sixteen
with
that
extraordinary
hair
,
rushed
her
to
Aix
-
les
-
Bains
and
marched
her
unannounced
into
the
suite
of
an
American
producer
who
was
recuperating
there
.
When
the
producer
went
to
New
York
they
went
too
.
Thus
Rosemary
had
passed
her
entrance
examinations
.
With
the
ensuing
success
and
the
promise
of
comparative
stability
that
followed
,
Mrs
.
Speers
had
felt
free
to
tacitly
imply
tonight
:
"
You
were
brought
up
to
work
—
not
especially
to
marry
.
Now
you
’
ve
found
your
first
nut
to
crack
and
it
’
s
a
good
nut
—
go
ahead
and
put
whatever
happens
down
to
experience
.
Wound
yourself
or
him
—
whatever
happens
it
can
’
t
spoil
you
because
economically
you
’
re
a
boy
,
not
a
girl
.
"
Rosemary
had
never
done
much
thinking
,
save
about
the
illimitability
of
her
mother
’
s
perfections
,
so
this
final
severance
of
the
umbilical
cord
disturbed
her
sleep
.
A
false
dawn
sent
the
sky
pressing
through
the
tall
French
windows
,
and
getting
up
she
walked
out
on
the
terrace
,
warm
to
her
bare
feet
.
There
were
secret
noises
in
the
air
,
an
insistent
bird
achieved
an
ill
-
natured
triumph
with
regularity
in
the
trees
above
the
tennis
court
;
footfalls
followed
a
round
drive
in
the
rear
of
the
hotel
,
taking
their
tone
in
turn
from
the
dust
road
,
the
crushed
-
stone
walk
,
the
cement
steps
,
and
then
reversing
the
process
in
going
away
.
Beyond
the
inky
sea
and
far
up
that
high
,
black
shadow
of
a
hill
lived
the
Divers
.
She
thought
of
them
both
together
,
heard
them
still
singing
faintly
a
song
like
rising
smoke
,
like
a
hymn
,
very
remote
in
time
and
far
away
.
Their
children
slept
,
their
gate
was
shut
for
the
night
.
She
went
inside
and
dressing
in
a
light
gown
and
espadrilles
went
out
her
window
again
and
along
the
continuous
terrace
toward
the
front
door
,
going
fast
since
she
found
that
other
private
rooms
,
exuding
sleep
,
gave
upon
it
.
She
stopped
at
the
sight
of
a
figure
seated
on
the
wide
white
stairway
of
the
formal
entrance
—
then
she
saw
that
it
was
Luis
Campion
and
that
he
was
weeping
.
He
was
weeping
hard
and
quietly
and
shaking
in
the
same
parts
as
a
weeping
woman
.
A
scene
in
a
role
she
had
played
last
year
swept
over
her
irresistibly
and
advancing
she
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
.
He
gave
a
little
yelp
before
he
recognized
her
.
