Twilight Sleep
"It's a mercy Lita is so satisfied here." Pauline sighed, resigning herself to another dull day at the thought of the miracle Manford was accomplishing. She had felt rather nervous when Amalasuntha had appeared with her incredible film stories, and her braggings about the irresistible Michelangelo; but Lita did not seem to have been unsettled by them.
"Jim will have a good deal to be grateful for when he gets home," Pauline smiled to her daughter. "I do hope he'll appreciate what your father has done. His staying on the island seems to show that he does. By the way," she added, with another smile, "I didn't tell you, did I, that I ran across Arthur yesterday?"
Nona hesitated a moment. "So did I."
"Oh, did you? He didn't mention it. He looks better, don't you think so? But I found him excited and restless—almost as if another attack of gout were coming on. He was annoyed because I wouldn't go and see him then and there, though it was after six, and I should have had to dine in town."
"It's just as well you didn't, after such a tiring day."
"He was so persistent—you know how he is at times. He insisted that he must have a talk with me, though he wouldn't tell me about what."
"I don't believe he knows. As you say, he's always nervous when he has an attack coming on."
