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C.G.R. after her
name?); but Delphine has never struck me as a person in whose
dwelling one could find conventual seclusion. Judith, however,
explained.
"Delphine will be painting all day, and dissipating all night. I
can't possibly disturb her in her studio, for she has to work
tremendously hard--and I'm decidedly not going to dissipate with
her. So I shall have my days and nights to my sequestered and
meditative self."
I said nothing: but all the same I am tolerably certain that Judith,
being Judith, will enjoy prodigious merrymaking in Paris. She is
absolutely sincere in her intentions--the earth holds no sincerer
woman--but she is a self-deceiver. Her about-to-be-sequestered
and meditative self was at that moment sitting on the arm of a
chair and smoking a cigarette, with undisguised relish of the good
things of this life. The blue smoke wreathing itself amid her fair
hair resembled, so I told her in the relaxed intellectual frame of
mind of the contented man, incense mounting through the nimbus of
a saint.


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