Wanted: A Husband. A Novel

by Samuel Hopkins Adams

“It’s come true. The way I wanted it to be. Only better.”

He took Darcy into the corner, under the light, and sketched busily. As his quick glances appraised her, a look of puzzlement came into his eyes. He leaned forward, and with the inoffensive impersonality of the one-ideaed artist ran his hand lightly over her shoulder and down the arm.

“Moses!” said Holcomb Lee.

Darcy had flexed her upper arm and the long, slender muscles came up like iron.

“Training?” he asked.

Darcy nodded.

Again he regarded her subtly altered face. “What for? The chorus?”

“Haven’t I been chorus long enough?” twinkled Darcy.

“I get you,” said Lee with emphasis. “You’ll make the ingénue hustle for her job, whoever she is. By Jinks, it’s a miracle!”

“But don’t tell them,” said Darcy.