“The veneer is all rubbed off. I can see only bones,” she said, and caught her breath in a sob.
Jarvis awkwardly took her hand and patted it.
“I am sorry we went to that play to-night. You must not feel things so,” he added.
“Didn’t you feel it?”
“I felt it, didactically, but not dramatically. It’s a big sermon and a poor play.”
“I feel as if I had had an appendicitis operation, and I am glad it is over.”
“I must meet young Richard Bennett. He has contributed to the big issues of the day. He’s a fine actor. He must be an intelligent man.”
For the rest of the way they drove in silence.
“Tired?” Jarvis asked as they neared the club.
She looked so little and crumpled, with all the shine drowned in her eyes.
“Life has beaten me raw to-day,” she answered him, with a shadowy smile.
