KRONBORG
"This comes to me naturally," she said, rubbing her cheeks and eyebrows. "When I was little I always loved your handkerchiefs because they were silk and smelled of Cologne water. I think they must have been the only really clean handkerchiefs in Moonstone. You were always wiping my face with them, when you met me out in the dust, I remember. Did I never have any?"
"I think you 'd nearly always used yours up on your baby brother."
Thea sighed. "Yes, Thor had such a way of getting messy. You say he 's a good chauffeur?" She closed her eyes for a moment as if they were tired. Suddenly she looked up. "Is n't it funny, how we travel in circles? Here you are, still getting me clean, and Fred is still feeding me. I would have died of starvation at that boarding-house on Indiana Avenue if he had n't taken me out to the Buckingham and filled me up once in a while. What a cavern I was to fill, too. The waiters used to look astonished. I 'm still singing on that food."
Fred alighted and gave Thea his arm as they crossed the icy sidewalk. They were taken upstairs in an antiquated lift and found the cheerful chop-room half full of supper parties. An English company playing at the Empire had just come in. The waiters, in red waistcoats, were hurrying about. Fred got a table at the back of the room, in a corner, and urged his waiter to get the oysters on at once.
"Takes a few minutes to open them, sir," the man expostulated.
"Yes, but make it as few as possible, and bring the lady's first. Then grilled chops with kidneys, and salad."
Thea began eating celery stalks at once, from the base to the foliage. "Necker said something nice to me to-night. You might have thought the management would say something, but not they." She looked at Fred from under her blackened lashes. "It was a stunt, to jump in
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