CHAPTER XXXV
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odrive,”saidHenry.“Therewillbeherbooks.”
“Icannotmakeitout,”saidMargaretforthehundredthtime.
“Finishyourcoffee,dear.Wemustbeoff.”
“Yes,Margaret,youknowyoumusttakeplenty,”saidDolly.
Margarettried,butsuddenlyliftedherhandtohereyes.Dollystoleglancesatherfather-in-lawwhichhedidnotanswer.Inthesilencethemotorcameroundtothedoor.
“You’renotfitforit,”hesaidanxiously.“Letmegoalone.Iknowexactlywhattodo.”
“Ohyes,Iamfit,”saidMargaret,uncoveringherface.“Onlymostfrightfullyworried.IcannotfeelthatHelenisreallyalive.Herlettersandtelegramsseemtohavecomefromsomeoneelse.Hervoiceisn’tinthem.Idon’tbelieveyourdriverreallysawheratthestation.IwishI’dnevermentionedit.IknowthatCharlesisvexed.Yes,heis—”SheseizedDolly’shandandkissedit.“There,Dollywillforgiveme.There.Nowwe’llbeoff.”
Henryhadbeenlookingatherclosely.Hedidnotlikethisbreakdown.
“Don’tyouwanttotidyyourself?”heasked.
“HaveItime?”
“Yes,plenty.”
Shewenttothelavatorybythefrontdoor,andassoonastheboltslipped,Mr.Wilcoxsaidquietly:
“Dolly,I’mgoingwithouther.”
Dolly’seyeslitupwithvulgarexcitement.Shefollowedhimontiptoeouttothecar.
“TellherIthoughtitbest.”
“Yes,Mr.Wilcox,Isee.”
“Sayanythingyoulike.Allright.”
