What did they do with themselves all the hours that Adelle contrived to
snatch for her Archie? First there was a good deal of kissing. Adelle
grew fonder of this emotional expression as she became accustomed to it,
and sometimes rather wearied Archie with her tenderness. Then there was
a good deal of affectionate fondling, rumpling his red hair, pulling his
clothes and tie into place, criticizing his appearance and health.
Adelle when she was at the doll age never had had a chance for these
things, and now all her woman's instincts began to bloom at once. She
wanted to dress and care for her treasure and deluged him with small
trinkets, many of them made by her own somewhat bungling hands. After
these more intimate desires had been gratified, Adelle might take a
critical look at the canvas over which Archie was dawdling and pronounce
it "pretty" or "odd," or ask what it was meant to be. Then throwing
herself down on the sand or turf and pulling her broad straw hat over
her face she prepared for "talk." "Talk" consisted mostly of question
and answer,--
"Where did you go last night?"
"Casino."
"Whom did you see at the casino?"
"Same crowd."
"Did you play?"
"Just a little."
"Did you win?"
"Yep!"
"Much?"
"A couple of plunks," etc.
Or,--
"Did Pussy catch you last night?"
"No! Never said a word."
"Who was the man you were walking with?"
"Oh, that little man with the glasses--he's a friend of Pussy's,
English."
Perhaps as follows,--
"Pussy is talking of our all going to India next winter."
"India;--what for?"
"She always wants to go some place."
"You aren't going to India?" (Lover's alarms.)
"Of course I shan't!"
One easily might undervalue Adelle's passion, however, if it were judged
solely by its intellectual quality. The beauty and the wonder of passion
is that it cannot be weighed by any mental scales, its terms are not
transferable. Adelle's share of the universal mystery, in spite of the
banality of its expression, may have been as great as any woman's who
ever lived. At least it filled her being and swept her to unexpected
heights of feeling and power.
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