American fiction -- 20th century; Manhattan (New York, N.Y.) -- Fiction; Women artists -- Fiction
Her eyes swimming with unshed tears Mona threw herself on the bed her
burning cheeks buried in a pillow. This whimsical letter profoundly
moved her. Every fibre of longing, of sweet desires, of craving
motherhood tugged at her heart, knocked at the door of her soul and
unbidden entered and took possession.... Milt would have told her that
seven evil ones possessed her; but she knew better. She was, at last,
a woman, with a woman's complex passion, and also a woman's stern
purpose. Every monad has its day, she sobbed, but remained dry-eyed.
I mean to have mine. Now or never.... It was three o'clock in the
afternoon when Mona passed her mother in the doorway. "Where in the
world are you off to so late, Mona? It's surely going to rain and you
haven't your unbrella. Dear, dear, what a forgetful girl you are." "I'm
only going across the park, mamma, and if it threatens, I'll run home,"
she explained; but her mother shook her head. "You will get wet, and
then it will be too late to return." Mona went her way but said naught
of her secret errand.
VI
Ulick was reading Le Jardin de Bérénice in his music-room. He had not
enjoyed his luncheon, and fearing sleep, for he detested afternoon
naps, he took refuge in the pages of the subtle Barrès. It was
beginning to darken, though it couldn't have been more than four
o'clock, but rain had set in and he was about to turn on the lights
when he heard taps on his glass door; this tapping was immediately
followed by the entrance of Mona, veiled, and mysterious. He couldn't
refrain from frowning, and then he hoped she hadn't noticed his
dissatisfaction. She went to him and kissed him. Ulick, surprised,
kept his head. "You darling Mona, and I had never expected to see you
again." And with that he grasped her and the lovers embraced. Mona
made no pretence of coyness. She hugged Ulick as if for the last time.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. He was greatly touched, also alarmed by
her fervour. But he asked no explanation of her conduct in running away
from him; she vouchsafed none. They were happy to be together. What the
use of words! He finally begged of her, seeing that she was pale from
emotion, to remove her hat and wraps, and he made her sit on the couch
close to him. After a pause, she said:
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