The Family
for, somehow. He couldn’t say they were extravagant; the old house had been funny and bare
enough, but there were no ugly things in it.
Since Rosamond’s marriage to Marsellus, both
she and her mother had -changed bewilderingly in
some respects—changed and hardened. But Louie,
who had done the damage, had not damaged himself. It was to him that one appealed,—for Augusta, for Professor Crane, for the bruised feelings
of people less fortunate. It was less because of
Louie than for any other reason that he would refuse this princely invitation.
He could get out of it without hurting anybody —though he knew Louie would be sorry. He could simply insist that he must work, and that he couldn’t work away from his old study. There were some advantages about being a writer of histories. The desk was a shelter one could hide behind, it was a hole one could creep into.
When St. Peter told his family of his decision, Louie was disappointed; but he was respectful, and readily conceded that the Professor’s first duty was to his work. Rosamond was incredulous and piqued; she didn’t see how he could be so ungenerous as to spoil an arrangement which would give pleasure to everyone concerned. His wife looked at him with thoughtful disbelief.
When they were alone together, she approached
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