Mrs. Pontellier talked about her father's Mississippi plantation and her

girlhood home in the old Kentucky bluegrass country. She was an American

woman, with a small infusion of French which seemed to have been lost in

dilution. She read a letter from her sister, who was away in the East,

and who had engaged herself to be married. Robert was interested, and

wanted to know what manner of girls the sisters were, what the father

was like, and how long the mother had been dead.

When Mrs. Pontellier folded the letter it was time for her to dress for

the early dinner.

"I see Leonce isn't coming back," she said, with a glance in the

direction whence her husband had disappeared. Robert supposed he was

not, as there were a good many New Orleans club men over at Klein's.

When Mrs. Pontellier left him to enter her room, the young man descended

the steps and strolled over toward the croquet players, where,

during the half-hour before dinner, he amused himself with the little

Pontellier children, who were very fond of him.




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