Never mind
about the scarf. I think I'll let the Philosopher take the Girl Guest to
walk--the Gay Lady's good enough for me. I say"--as he moved toward the
staircase and I followed--"don't you think we'd better move the
Philosopher in to-morrow?"
"To-morrow," said I with assumed conviction, "it will be different.
Please reserve your judgment."
I tried to reserve my own. I did not go into Althea's room again until
the next evening at the same hour. I found ten articles strewn where
five had lain before. A bottle of something green had been tipped over
upon the white embroidered cover of my dressing-table. A spot of ink
adorned the edge of the sheet, and the condition of the bed showed
plainly that an afternoon nap upon it had ended with some letter
writing. I think Althea's shoes had been dusted with one of my best
towels. I did not stay to see what else had been done, but I could not
help noting three more brown scratches on my white wall.
* * * * *
At the end of the week Althea went away.
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