Eventually Amory found what he was looking for and, returning to his dresser, opened a drawer full of letters, notes, part of a chain, two little handkerchiefs, and some snap-shots. As he transferred them carefully to the box his mind wandered to some place in a book where the hero, after preserving for a year a cake of his lost love’s soap, finally washed his hands with it. He laughed and began to hum “After you’ve gone” ... ceased abruptly...
The string broke twice, and then he managed to secure it, dropped the package into the bottom of his trunk, and having slammed the lid returned to the study.
“Going out?” Tom’s voice held an undertone of anxiety.
“Uh-huh.”
“Where?”
“Couldn’t say, old keed.”
“Let’s have dinner together.”
“Sorry. I told Sukey Brett I’d eat with him.”
“Oh.”
“By-by.”