He spoke emptily, his mind was sunk away.
“Oh,” she said, with easy protestation, “I’m ready for anything—anything will be fine for me, I’m sure.”
And to herself she was saying: “God, why am I so nervous—why are you so nervous, you fool. If he sees it I’m done for forever—you know you’re done for forever, if he sees the absurd state you’re in.”
And she smiled to herself as if it were all child’s play. Meanwhile her heart was plunging, she was almost fainting. She could see him, in the mirror, as he stood there behind her, tall and over-arching—blond and terribly frightening. She glanced at his reflection with furtive eyes, willing to give anything to save him from knowing she could see him. He did not know she could see his reflection. He was looking unconsciously, glisteningly down at
