“I know it,” said Emily plaintively. “I know it.... My mother often points that out to me. To my mother I am the prodigal daughter and the fatted calf is getting absolutely apoplectic waiting for me. But, personally, I love swine and they love me. Did you ever think of the Prodigal Son from the swine’s point of view? They missing him so dreadfully and looking for him everywhere with little whining grunts.... And him gone for ever. No, as you say, I am not married. Engaged two or three deep, if you like, but not married. Why?” “Well, say, don’t you want to dance?” While they danced Edward sat and felt relieved. Always when he was alone he felt relieved. To have no effort to make was blessed to him. If anyone were with him he thought constantly, “I am surely doing something wrong.” His trust in himself was always on the point of collapse. Now he thought, “For the moment I need do nothing. No one can blame me now for doing nothing. No one can laugh at me now.” He was smothering a suspicion that Emily talked too much. Would Jimmy have said, “Good Lord, the woman’s a bore?” Edward would not listen to this thought. Emily came back saying, “Well, so long, Charlie. See you in Seattle.” “You betcher,” replied Charlie. He kissed her hand and returned to his naturally irritated ladies. “Does that surprise you?” asked Emily. Edward awoke from his moment of blasphemy. “You are so very beautiful. It did not surprise me that he came.” “No. But did it surprise you that he went?” “I suppose he saw how absolutely furious I was getting.” “No. He danced with me. I dance very badly. I once broke a bone in my left foot and it doesn’t steer very well. It’s an unromantic disability, to dance badly....” “It doesn’t seem so to me.” Their supper was cold and tasteless now. “I wish I could tell you how much I love you, Emily.” “You have, dear,” said Emily kindly. Her fierce wide eyes were fixed upon him. They were deep set, and Edward looked with a feeling of terrifying intimacy at the shadows about them and at the diagonal prolonged dimple that led from the inner corner of her eye to her cheek. He felt he could see her thinking, “I have been rather brazen and silly tonight. You mustn’t forgive me, you must love me all the better for it....” “I haven’t told you. I couldn’t. To say anything that I could say would just make you think I loved you—just like that—that I was just one of a lot of lovers....” “You don’t know me,” said Emily. “You only know what I look like. You have heard almost nothing but lies from me. I have only room for one true thing in my life.” “You must make room for me. When can I see you again?” “We are going to Yosemite on Thursday. Isn’t it fun? Two Ford-loads of us. Tam and Lucy and I and Avery and Miss Romero and Mrs. Ponting and Banner Hope. Now I have to catch the last Ferry.”