_Au recrire_,
I. N.
After he had read her letter for the third time he was horribly
shocked and regarded himself as a traitor, because he found that
he was only pretending to be enjoyably excited over it.... It
seemed so detached from himself. "Flair"--"_au recrire_."
Now, what did those mean? And Istra was always so discontented.
"What 'd she do if she had to be on the job like Nelly?... Oh,
Istra _is_ wonderful. But--gee!--I dunno--"
And when he who has valorously loved says "But--gee!--I
dunno--" love flees in panic.
He walked home thoughtfully.
After dinner he said abruptly to Nelly, "I had a letter from
Paris to-day."
"Honestly? Who is she?"
"G-g-g-g--"
"Oh, it's always a she."
"Why--uh--it _is_ from a girl. I started to tell you about
her one day. She's an artist, and once we took a long tramp in
the country. I met her--she was staying at the same place as I
was in London. But--oh, gee! I dunno; she's so blame literary.
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