Crazy Radio eBooks

Vere was not in the mood for the Marchesino.
She had been working, and she had been dreaming, and she wanted to
have another talk with Monsieur Emile. Pretty, delicate, yet strong-
fibred ambitions were stirring within her, and the curious passion to
use life as a material, but not all of life that presented itself to
her. With the desire to use that might be greedy arose the fastidious
prerogative of rejection.
And that very morning, mentally, Vere had rejected the Marchesino as
something not interesting in life, something that was only lively,
like the very shallow stream. What a bore it would be having to
entertain him, to listen to his compliments, to avoid his glances, to
pretend to be at ease with him.
"But Madre can have him for a little first," she said to herself, as
she looked into the glass to see that her hair was presentable. "Madre
asked him to come. I didn't. I shall have nothing to say to him."
She had quite forgotten her eagerness on the night of the storm, when
she heard the cry of the siren that betokened his approach.


Pages:
472 473 474 475 476 477 478 479 480 481 482 483 484 485 486 487 488 489 490 491 492 493 494 495 496