Which I did not.
That night I stood at the window of my Chamber and gazed
with a heaving heart at the Gray residense, which is next door.
Often before I had gazed at its walls, and considered them but
brick and morter, and needing paint. Now my emotions were
diferent. I realized that a House is but a shell, covering and
protecting its precious contents from weather and curious eyes,
et cetera.
As I stood there, I percieved a light in an upper window,
where the nursery had once been in which Tom--in those days when
a child, Tommy--and I had played as children, he frequently
pulling my hair and never thinking of what was to be. As I
gazed, I saw a figure come to the window and gaze fixedly at me.
_It was he_.
Hannah was in my room, making a list of six of everything
which I needed, so I dared not call out. But we exchanged
gestures of afection and trust across the void, and with a
beating heart I retired to bed.
Before I slept, however, I put to myself this question, but
found no anser to it. How can it be that two people of Diferent
Sexes can know each other well, such as calling by first names
and dancing together at dancing school, and going to the same
dentist, and so on, and have no interest in each other except to
have a partner at parties or make up a set at tennis? And then
nothing happens, but there is a diference, and they are always
hoping to meet on the street or elsewhere, and although
quareling sometimes when together, are not happy when apart! How
strange is Life!
Hannah staid in my room that evening, fussing about my not
hanging up my garments when undressing.
Pages:
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254