Her voice trailed away into silence.

"But before the stillness, there were others who--wanted me--for I

hadn't lost my prettiness, and Frances did her best for me. And she

didn't like it when I said I couldn't marry, Mary. But now I am glad.

For in the silence, my love and I live, in a world of our own."

"Aunt Isabelle--darling. How lovely and sweet, and sad----" Mary was

kneeling beside her aunt, her arm thrown around her, and Aunt Isabelle,

reading her lips, did not need to hear the words.

"If I had been strong, like you, Mary, I could have held my own against

Frances and have made something of myself. But I'm not strong, and

twenty-five years ago women did not ask for freedom. They asked

for--love."

"But I want to find freedom in my love. Not be bound as Porter wants

to bind me. He'd put me on a pedestal and worship me, and I'd rather

stand shoulder to shoulder with my husband and be his comrade. I don't

want him to look up too far, or to look down as Gordon looks down on

Constance."

"Looks down? Why, he adores her, Mary."

"Oh, he loves her. And he'll do everything for her, but he will do it

as if she were a child. He won't ask her opinion in any vital matter.

He won't share his big interests with her, and so he'll never discover

the big fine womanliness. And she'll shrivel to his measure of her."

Aunt Isabelle shook her head, smiling. "Don't analyze too much, Mary.

Men and women are human--and you may lose yourself in a search for the

Ideal."

"Do you know what Porter calls me, Aunt Isabelle? Contrary Mary. He

says I never do things the way the people expect. Yet I do them the

way that I must. It is as if some force were inside of me--driving

me--on."

She stood up as she said it, stretching out her arms in an eager

gesture. "Aunt Isabelle, if I were a man, there'd be something in the

world for me to do. Yet here I am, making ends meet, holding up my

part of the housekeeping with Susan Jenks, and taking from the hands of

my rich friends such pleasures as I dare accept without return."

Aunt Isabelle pulled her down beside her. "Rebellious Mary," she said,

"who is going to tame you?"

They laughed a little, clinging to each other, and than Mary said, "You

must go to bed, Aunt Isabelle. I'm keeping you up shamefully."




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