I

Ruyler sighed as he heard his wife walk down the hall. There had been a

time when she came running like a child at his summons, but in these days

she walked with a leisurely dignity which to his possibly morbid ear

betrayed a certain crab-like disposition in her little high heels to slip

backward along the polished floor.

She came in smiling, however, and kissed him quickly and warmly. Her

extraordinary hair hung down in two long braids, their blue blackness

undulating among the soft folds of her thin pink negligee. For the first

time Ruyler realized that pink was Helene's favorite color; she seldom

wore anything else except white or black, and then always relieved with

pink. And why not, with that deep pink blush in her white cheeks, and the

velvet blackness of her eyes? People still raved over Helene Ruyler's

"coloring," and Price told himself once more as she stood before him, her

little head dragged back by the weight of her plaits, her slender throat

crossed by a narrow line of black velvet, that he had married one of the

most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

He was seized with a sudden sharp pang of jealousy and caught her in his

arms roughly, his gray eyes almost as black as hers.

"Tell me," he exclaimed, and the new fear almost choked him, "does any

other man interest you--the least little bit?"

She stared at him and then burst into the most natural laugh he had heard

from her for months. "That is simply too funny to talk about."

"But I am able to give you so little of my time. Working or tired out at

night--letting you go out so much alone--but I haven't the heart to

insist that you yawn over a book, while I am shut up here, or too fagged

to talk even to you. Life is becoming a tragedy for business men--if

they've got it in them to care for anything else."

"Well, don't add to the tragedy by cultivating jealousy. I've told you

that I am perfectly willing to give up Society and sit like Dora holding

your pens--or filling your fountain pen--no, you dictate. What chance has

a woman in a business man's life?"

"None, alas, except to look beautiful and be happy. Are you that?--the

last I mean, of course!"

She nestled closer to him and laughed again. "More so than ever. To be

frank you have completed my happiness by being jealous. I have wondered

sometimes if it were a compliment--your being so sure of me."




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