She looked, as she stood by the rose-bush, very tired, and older than
her years, but she looked remarkably handsome; pallor and heavy eyelids
did not disfigure her as they do most women.
Joyselle took out his silver box and made a cigarette.
"He was talking to me about it," he went on, disregarding the final
quality of her negative. "And I find it very good. It is that Tommy
should live much with--_you_--when you are married. Your mother does not
know how to bring him up; he is delicate and high-strung, and Theo is
very fond of him."
"I am not going to marry Theo!" she burst out, exasperated beyond
endurance.
He looked up. "Are you mad?" he asked quietly.
"No. But--you seem to be trying to make me mad. I can't understand you,
Victor."
"Can't you, Brigit? I should think it was very easy. You remember what
we agreed at Falaise? That----"
"That I was to marry Theo and 'live happy ever after'? Oh, yes, I
remember. But do you remember how miserable you were the day before--and
the day of--the wedding? And why that was?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Yes," he answered humbly. "I know. I was--jealous."
"Well--and you expect me to be happy and content while you behave as you
are doing now? You never speak to me; you never look at me; you fly from
me as if I were an infectious disease.
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