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Dick
asked
for
the
check
;
the
Divers
relaxed
,
chewing
tentatively
on
toothpicks
.
"
Well
—
"
they
said
together
.
He
saw
a
flash
of
unhappiness
on
her
mouth
,
so
brief
that
only
he
would
have
noticed
,
and
he
could
pretend
not
to
have
seen
.
What
did
Nicole
think
?
Rosemary
was
one
of
a
dozen
people
he
had
"
worked
over
"
in
the
past
years
:
these
had
included
a
French
circus
clown
,
Abe
and
Mary
North
,
a
pair
of
dancers
,
a
writer
,
a
painter
,
a
comedienne
from
the
Grand
Guignol
,
a
half
-
crazy
pederast
from
the
Russian
Ballet
,
a
promising
tenor
they
had
staked
to
a
year
in
Milan
.
Nicole
well
knew
how
seriously
these
people
interpreted
his
interest
and
enthusiasm
;
but
she
realized
also
that
,
except
while
their
children
were
being
born
,
Dick
had
not
spent
a
night
apart
from
her
since
their
marriage
.
On
the
other
hand
,
there
was
a
pleasingness
about
him
that
simply
had
to
be
used
—
those
who
possessed
that
pleasingness
had
to
keep
their
hands
in
,
and
go
along
attaching
people
that
they
had
no
use
to
make
of
.
Now
Dick
hardened
himself
and
let
minutes
pass
without
making
any
gesture
of
confidence
,
any
representation
of
constantly
renewed
surprise
that
they
were
one
together
.
Collis
Clay
out
of
the
South
edged
a
passage
between
the
closely
packed
tables
and
greeted
the
Divers
cavalierly
.
Such
salutations
always
astonished
Dick
—
acquaintances
saying
"
Hi
!
"
to
them
,
or
speaking
only
to
one
of
them
.
He
felt
so
intensely
about
people
that
in
moments
of
apathy
he
preferred
to
remain
concealed
;
that
one
could
parade
a
casualness
into
his
presence
was
a
challenge
to
the
key
on
which
he
lived
.
Collis
,
unaware
that
he
was
without
a
wedding
garment
,
heralded
his
arrival
with
:
"
I
reckon
I
’
m
late
—
the
beyed
has
flown
.
"
Dick
had
to
wrench
something
out
of
himself
before
he
could
forgive
him
for
not
having
first
complimented
Nicole
.
She
left
almost
immediately
and
he
sat
with
Collis
,
finishing
the
last
of
his
wine
.
He
rather
liked
Collis
—
he
was
"
post
-
war
"
;
less
difficult
than
most
of
the
Southerners
he
had
known
at
New
Haven
a
decade
previously
.
Dick
listened
with
amusement
to
the
conversation
that
accompanied
the
slow
,
profound
stuffing
of
a
pipe
.
In
the
early
afternoon
children
and
nurses
were
trekking
into
the
Luxembourg
Gardens
;
it
was
the
first
time
in
months
that
Dick
had
let
this
part
of
the
day
out
of
his
hands
.
Suddenly
his
blood
ran
cold
as
he
realized
the
content
of
Collis
’
s
confidential
monologue
.
"
—
she
’
s
not
so
cold
as
you
’
d
probably
think
.
I
admit
I
thought
she
was
cold
for
a
long
time
.
But
she
got
into
a
jam
with
a
friend
of
mine
going
from
New
York
to
Chicago
at
Easter
—
a
boy
named
Hillis
she
thought
was
pretty
nutsey
at
New
Haven
—
she
had
a
compartment
with
a
cousin
of
mine
but
she
and
Hillis
wanted
to
be
alone
,
so
in
the
afternoon
my
cousin
came
and
played
cards
in
our
compartment
.
