And Emily herself was quite happy, quite content to sit in silence. She had two supreme consolations. One was the look in Denis’s eyes each time he turned toward her, and that was often. He wasn’t good at expressing himself in words, but his glance was eloquent enough, and it spoke only to her. His own people were entirely shut out from their secret happiness. They might ignore her if they liked; she didn’t care in the least. They were the real outsiders.
And the other compensation was a bit of paper tucked inside her blouse—Denis’s note to his mother, which Mrs. Lanier was never to see. Emily could well afford to be generous, for her triumph was complete and magnificent.[Pg 170]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
AUGUST, 1924
Vol. LXXXII NUMBER 3
Who Is This Impossible Person?
THE STORY OF A VERY FORMIDABLE AUNT AND A VERY PERSISTENT YOUNG MAN
By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
THE up train stopped, a porter sprang down the steps with two heavy bags, assisted a lady to descend, climbed on board again, and he and the train went off, leaving the lady and the bags there. The platform was deserted, shining like a treacherous sheet of water beneath the dim lamps. The rain fell steadily. It was the blackest and most dismal night that ever was.