Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
It took Radway more than a minute to recover from this cold douche; but
he was too far gone to let the possibility of romantic developments
slip, and before the Hewishes left, he contrived to let Gabrielle know
that he wanted to meet her again. "Outside the gates of Trinity
College to-morrow at four o'clock," he whispered. She said nothing.
He wondered, for one moment, whether she was deeper than he had
imagined. Then she looked him full in the eyes and nodded. It gave
him a thrill of delight. He found himself listening in a dream to Lady
Halberton's reminiscences of the Admiral's garden party, at which they
had met, and a maternal appreciation of the accomplishments of her
elder daughter, Lady Barbara.
IV
Gabrielle piloted Jocelyn, who was still in a good humour, to his
bedroom door. Then she went to bed herself and slept as well as ever.
Jocelyn, alone in his room, called for another bottle of whiskey and
made a night of it. To be exact he made three days of it--four less
than might reasonably have been expected. For Gabrielle to have taken
him back to Roscarna was out of the question: and so she went on
quietly living at Maple's, and absorbing the strangeness of Dublin
while he finished it out. The servants of the hotel were very kind to
her; and the waiter who attended to Jocelyn's desires brought her night
and morning bulletins of her father's condition that were tinged with a
kind of melancholy admiration. "A wonderful gentleman for his age," he
said. "There's many a young man would envy the likes of him. Sure,
he'd drink the cross off an ass's back, so he would!"
Of course she met Radway. They met, as he had arranged, at Trinity
College gates, and went for a long walk along the blazing quays of the
Liffey. It was an unusual promenade for the month of August, but
neither of them knew Dublin.
He found her difficult. The affair did not develop along the lines
that he had intended, and as his time was limited, this made him
anxious. With Gabrielle the anticipation was always so much more
wonderful than the event. It thrilled him strangely to see her
approaching when they met: this tall slim girl with her splendid
freedom of gait, her black hair, her pallor, her red lips. When he saw
her coming he would think of all the passionate things that he wanted
to say to her; but as soon as they started on their walk together she
made the saying of them impossible--she was so obviously and vividly
interested in other and unsentimental things.
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