exactly like Henry's that she started. "There is a very large sum of money invested here, and it requires protection."
Even at that, she liked him better with a book in his hands than with herself in his arms. There must have been times when Herbert felt her recoil, and knew, for a moment anyhow, that what she wanted from him was not love at all, but relief from pain and security against some weakness in herself. If he did, he undoubtedly comforted himself with the fallacy of most males, that when he owned her he could win her. Indeed, he said as much to Bessie Osborne one day. There was little or no beating about the bush with Bessie.
"Kay's looking thin, don't you think?"
"She's doing too much. All these parties before a wedding are ridiculous."
"You think that's it?"
"Don't you?"
"I'm wondering. Does she ever speak of that cowboy of hers?"
He flushed with annoyance.
"I do Kay the common justice of believing," he said stiffly, "that if that were not over she would not be marrying me."
"I'm sure that's very fine of you," said Bessie cryptically.
"As for the inference you have drawn, it is unfair to Kay and unfair to me. Even if it were true, once we are married all that nonsense will be cured."
Bessie yawned slightly.
"I daresay," she agreed. "There is certainly nu nonsense about you, Herbert."
The presents continued to pour in. The station wagon met every train, and came back loaded; the delivery truck from the express office made three trips daily. Silver. Glass. Paintings. Antiques. Mirrors. Kay writing notes: "My dear Mrs. Smith: I want to thank you, for Herbert and myself, for the exquisite old Chelsea tea set. It was dear of you to remember us so beautifully, and we"
The wedding was still two weeks off, but already her wedding gown of rose point over white satin lay on a bed
