'Edith, my nerves won't stand scenes. I'd better not. I won't see her.'
'Oh, very well!' she cried indignantly. 'I offered it for your sake. I
would rather you _didn't_ see her.'
'Try not to be angry, Edith. Perhaps--some day--'
'No. Never.'
'You would never let me come back again to see you all?'
'Never. Never.'
'Edith.'
'Yes.'
'Oh! nothing. You needn't be so cross. Remember my health.'
'I do,' said Edith.
'And--Edith.'
'Yes, Bruce?'
'Don't forget about that inkstand, will you? It's always filled just a
little too full. It's--it's very awkward.... Remember about it,
won't you?'
'Yes. Good night.'
'Good night.'
And Bruce went to the club.
* * * * *
The next day Edith felt she could neither write nor telephone to Aylmer.
Just once--only once, for a long time--she must see him.
She confided in Landi, who invited them both to tea at his studio for
once only and was urgent in impressing patience on them.
* * * * *
When Edith arrived with this thrilling piece of news to announce she
found Aylmer alone in the pretty white studio.
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