Certain lines about his mouth grew deep.
A knock on his door roused him, and he realized that it had sounded
before. "Come in," he called, and the door opened and closed behind him.
An unmistakable sound, as of the soft rustle of delicate skirts, swept
across the floor and paused behind his chair. He drew himself up among
his pillows, and strained his neck to look over his shoulder. A young
face, full of life and colour, laughed down into his.
"You?" he said in an amazed breath. "_You?_ Why, Nan!"
He reached up one hand and took hers and drew her with his slight
strength around where he could see her. It did not take much strength.
She came, laughing still, and sweeping a graceful low bend before him.
"Don't ask me why," she said with a shake of her head. "I didn't want to
go. I knew I wouldn't go all the time I was dressing. But I dressed. I
knew I could argue with them better when I got this gown on. I think I
have rather a regal air in it, don't you?"
"I could tell better if you were not wearing that shapeless thing over
it.
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