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Finally
,
he
was
gone
,
with
the
shadowy
unimportance
but
the
offensive
bulk
of
the
third
party
.
The
car
stopped
unexpectedly
,
unsatisfactorily
,
at
the
address
Dick
had
given
.
He
drew
a
long
breath
.
"
Shall
we
go
in
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
Rosemary
said
.
"
I
’
ll
do
anything
you
want
.
"
He
considered
.
"
I
almost
have
to
go
in
—
she
wants
to
buy
some
pictures
from
a
friend
of
mine
who
needs
the
money
.
"
Rosemary
smoothed
the
brief
expressive
disarray
of
her
hair
.
"
We
’
ll
stay
just
five
minutes
,
"
he
decided
.
"
You
’
re
not
going
to
like
these
people
.
"
She
assumed
that
they
were
dull
and
stereotyped
people
,
or
gross
and
drunken
people
,
or
tiresome
,
insistent
people
,
or
any
of
the
sorts
of
people
that
the
Divers
avoided
.
She
was
entirely
unprepared
for
the
impression
that
the
scene
made
on
her
.
It
was
a
house
hewn
from
the
frame
of
Cardinal
de
Retz
’
s
palace
in
the
Rue
Monsieur
,
but
once
inside
the
door
there
was
nothing
of
the
past
,
nor
of
any
present
that
Rosemary
knew
.
The
outer
shell
,
the
masonry
,
seemed
rather
to
enclose
the
future
so
that
it
was
an
electric
-
like
shock
,
a
definite
nervous
experience
,
perverted
as
a
breakfast
of
oatmeal
and
hashish
,
to
cross
that
threshold
,
if
it
could
be
so
called
,
into
the
long
hall
of
blue
steel
,
silver
-
gilt
,
and
the
myriad
facets
of
many
oddly
bevelled
mirrors
.
The
effect
was
unlike
that
of
any
part
of
the
Decorative
Arts
Exhibition
—
for
there
were
people
IN
it
,
not
in
front
of
it
.
Rosemary
had
the
detached
false
-
and
-
exalted
feeling
of
being
on
a
set
and
she
guessed
that
every
one
else
present
had
that
feeling
too
.
There
were
about
thirty
people
,
mostly
women
,
and
all
fashioned
by
Louisa
M
.
Alcott
or
Madame
de
Ségur
;
and
they
functioned
on
this
set
as
cautiously
,
as
precisely
,
as
does
a
human
hand
picking
up
jagged
broken
glass
.
Neither
individually
nor
as
a
crowd
could
they
be
said
to
dominate
the
environment
,
as
one
comes
to
dominate
a
work
of
art
he
may
possess
,
no
matter
how
esoteric
,
no
one
knew
what
this
room
meant
because
it
was
evolving
into
something
else
,
becoming
everything
a
room
was
not
;
to
exist
in
it
was
as
difficult
as
walking
on
a
highly
polished
moving
stairway
,
and
no
one
could
succeed
at
all
save
with
the
aforementioned
qualities
of
a
hand
moving
among
broken
glass
—
which
qualities
limited
and
defined
the
majority
of
those
present
.
