She was conscious that he had a peculiar attraction for her, a purely
emotional appeal. He made her feel alive. Even when she disapproved
of him, she was conscious of him. She put him resolutely out of her
mind, to have him reappear in her dreams, not as a lover, but as some
one dominant and insistent, commanding her to do absurd,
inconsequential things.
Now and then she saw Willy Cameron, and they had gone back,
apparently, to the old friendly relationship. They walked together,
and once they went to the moving pictures, to Grace's horror. But
there were no peanuts to eat, and instead of the jingling camp piano
there was an orchestra, and it was all strangely different. Even
Willy Cameron was different. He was very silent, and on the way
home he did not once speak of the plain people.
Louis Akers had both written and telephoned her, but she made
excuses, and did not see him, and the last time he had hung up the
receiver abruptly. She felt an odd mixture of relief and regret.
Then, about the middle of April, she saw him again.
Spring was well on by that time. Before the Doyle house on Cardew
Way the two horse-chestnuts were showing great red-brown buds, ready
to fall into leaf with the first warm day, and Elinor, assisted by
Jennie, the elderly maid, was finishing her spring house-cleaning.
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