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"
Pray
join
me
,
Mrs.
Butler
,
"
he
said
and
his
voice
was
a
little
thick
.
He
was
drunk
and
showing
it
and
she
had
never
before
seen
him
show
his
liquor
,
no
matter
how
much
he
drank
.
She
paused
irresolutely
,
saying
nothing
and
his
arm
went
up
in
gesture
of
command
.
"
Come
here
,
damn
you
!
"
he
said
roughly
.
He
must
be
very
drunk
,
she
thought
with
a
fluttering
heart
.
Usually
,
the
more
he
drank
,
the
more
polished
became
his
manners
.
He
sneered
more
,
his
words
were
apt
to
be
more
biting
,
but
the
manner
that
accompanied
them
was
always
punctilious
--
too
punctilious
.
"
I
must
never
let
him
know
I
'm
afraid
to
face
him
,
"
she
thought
,
and
,
clutching
the
wrapper
closer
to
her
throat
,
she
went
down
the
stairs
with
her
head
up
and
her
heels
clacking
noisily
.
He
stood
aside
and
bowed
her
through
the
door
with
a
mockery
that
made
her
wince
.
She
saw
that
he
was
coatless
and
his
cravat
hung
down
on
either
side
of
his
open
collar
.
His
shirt
was
open
down
to
the
thick
mat
of
black
hair
on
his
chest
.
His
hair
was
rumpled
and
his
eyes
bloodshot
and
narrow
.
One
candle
burned
on
the
table
,
a
tiny
spark
of
light
that
threw
monstrous
shadows
about
the
high-ceilinged
room
and
made
the
massive
sideboards
and
buffet
look
like
still
,
crouching
beasts
.
On
the
table
on
the
silver
tray
stood
the
decanter
with
cut-glass
stopper
out
,
surrounded
by
glasses
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
he
said
curtly
,
following
her
into
the
room
.
Now
a
new
kind
of
fear
crept
into
her
,
a
fear
that
made
her
alarm
at
facing
him
seem
very
small
.
He
looked
and
talked
and
acted
like
a
stranger
.
This
was
an
ill-mannered
Rhett
she
had
never
seen
before
.
Never
at
any
time
,
even
in
most
intimate
moments
,
had
he
been
other
than
nonchalant
.
Even
in
anger
,
he
was
suave
and
satirical
,
and
whisky
usually
served
to
intensify
these
qualities
.
At
first
it
had
annoyed
her
and
she
had
tried
to
break
down
that
nonchalance
but
soon
she
had
come
to
accept
it
as
a
very
convenient
thing
.
For
years
she
had
thought
that
nothing
mattered
very
much
to
him
,
that
he
thought
everything
in
life
,
including
her
,
an
ironic
joke
.
But
as
she
faced
him
across
the
table
,
she
knew
with
a
sinking
feeling
in
her
stomach
that
at
last
something
was
mattering
to
him
,
mattering
very
much
.
"
There
is
no
reason
why
you
should
not
have
your
nightcap
,
even
if
I
am
ill
bred
enough
to
be
at
home
,
"
he
said
.
"
Shall
I
pour
it
for
you
?
"
