The clock had struck the three-quarters when they heard the annunciator
tinkle followed by the opening of the front door. The Governor left the
room with a bound and Archie heard distinctly his hearty greetings and a
woman's subdued replies.
"I'm sorry to be late, but we had to change a tire. No, I'll leave my
wraps here."
"Won't you be more comfortable without your hat?"
"No, I'll keep it; thanks!"
The door framed for a moment a young woman who in her instant's pause on
the threshold seemed like a portrait figure suddenly come to life. She
was taller than the Governor and carried herself with a suggestion of
his authoritative bearing. Her face was a feminized version of the
Governor's, exquisitely modeled and illuminated by dark eyes that swept
Archie with a hasty inquiry from under the brim of a black picture hat.
She might have been younger or older than the Governor, but her maturity
was not an affair of years. She was a person of distinction, a woman to
challenge attention in any company. Archie was not sure whether she had
been warned of a stranger's presence in the house, but if she was
surprised to find him there she made no sign.
As Archie advanced to meet them he moved slowly, and unconsciously drew
himself up, as though preparing to meet a personage who compelled homage
and was not to be approached without a degree of ceremony. She was
entirely in black save for the roses in her hat. She might have retained
the hat, he thought, for the sake of its shadow on her face; or from a
sense that it emphasized the formal and transitory nature of her visit.
"Julia, this is my friend, Mr. Comly."
Her "very glad, I'm sure," was uttered with reservations, but she
smiled, a quick sad little smile.
The Governor had introduced her as Julia, carelessly, as though of
course Archie knew the rest of it. The whole business was as utterly
unreal as anything could be. The Governor asked perfunctorily about her
drive into town, and whether it had been hot in the country. Dinner was
announced immediately and they sat down at a round table whose
centerpiece of sweet peas brought a coolness into the room.
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