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Chapter 11
Hispityingemotionatthemarksoftimeuponthefaceofthatwoman,theairoffrailtyandwearyfatiguethathadsettledupontheeyesandtemplesofthe“Never-tiredSenora”(asDonPepeyearsagousedtocallherwithadmiration),touchedhimalmosttotears.“Don’tgoyet.To-dayisallmyown,”Mrs.Gouldurged,gently.“Wearenotbackyetofficially.Noonewillcome.It’sonlyto-morrowthatthewindowsoftheCasaGouldaretobelitupforareception.”
Thedoctordroppedintoachair.
“Givingatertulia?”hesaid,withadetachedair.
“Asimplegreetingforallthekindfriendswhocaretocome.”
“Andonlyto-morrow?”
“Yes.Charleswouldbetiredoutafteradayatthemine,andsoI——ItwouldbegoodtohavehimtomyselfforoneeveningonourreturntothishouseIlove.Ithasseenallmylife.”
“Ah,yes!”snarledthedoctor,suddenly.“Womencounttimefromthemarriagefeast.Didn’tyoulivealittlebefore?”
“Yes;butwhatistheretoremember?Therewerenocares.”
Mrs.Gouldsighed.Andastwofriends,afteralongseparation,willreverttothemostagitatedperiodoftheirlives,theybegantotalkoftheSulacoRevolution.ItseemedstrangetoMrs.Gouldthatpeoplewhohadtakenpartinitseemedtoforgetitsmemoryanditslesson.
“Andyet,”struckinthedoctor,“wewhoplayedourpartinithadourreward.
