DR. ADRIAAN
87
"Double six. . . . Once more. . . . Imperial. . . . Once more. . . . Three and five. . . ."
And Mathilde sat with a book in her hands, her eyes expressing a weight of silent boredom, while the room seemed full of things of the past, and the voice of the wind outside and the mourning women—Granny, Adeline, Emilie—like three generations of dreaming melancholy depressed her until Addie came in, for a brief hour, before going upstairs again to his reading. . . .
