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The
sixty
acres
of
the
estate
were
dotted
with
old
and
new
summer
houses
and
many
fountains
and
white
benches
that
came
suddenly
into
sight
from
foliage-hung
hiding-places
;
there
was
a
great
and
constantly
increasing
family
of
white
cats
that
prowled
the
many
flower-beds
and
were
silhouetted
suddenly
at
night
against
the
darkening
trees
.
It
was
on
one
of
the
shadowy
paths
that
Beatrice
at
last
captured
Amory
,
after
Mr.
Blaine
had
,
as
usual
,
retired
for
the
evening
to
his
private
library
.
After
reproving
him
for
avoiding
her
,
she
took
him
for
a
long
tete-a-tete
in
the
moonlight
.
He
could
not
reconcile
himself
to
her
beauty
,
that
was
mother
to
his
own
,
the
exquisite
neck
and
shoulders
,
the
grace
of
a
fortunate
woman
of
thirty
.
"
Amory
,
dear
,
"
she
crooned
softly
,
"
I
had
such
a
strange
,
weird
time
after
I
left
you
.
"
"
Did
you
,
Beatrice
?
"
"
When
I
had
my
last
breakdown
"
--
she
spoke
of
it
as
a
sturdy
,
gallant
feat
.
"
The
doctors
told
me
"
--
her
voice
sang
on
a
confidential
note
--
"
that
if
any
man
alive
had
done
the
consistent
drinking
that
I
have
,
he
would
have
been
physically
shattered
,
my
dear
,
and
in
his
grave
--
long
in
his
grave
.
"
Amory
winced
,
and
wondered
how
this
would
have
sounded
to
Froggy
Parker
.
"
Yes
,
"
continued
Beatrice
tragically
,
"
I
had
dreams
--
wonderful
visions
.
"
She
pressed
the
palms
of
her
hands
into
her
eyes
.
"
I
saw
bronze
rivers
lapping
marble
shores
,
and
great
birds
that
soared
through
the
air
,
parti-colored
birds
with
iridescent
plumage
.
I
heard
strange
music
and
the
flare
of
barbaric
trumpets
--
what
?
"
Amory
had
snickered
.
"
What
,
Amory
?
"
