Affinities and Other Stories

g to tell it. The truth is generally either better or worse than the stories t

gave a sort of snap to things, without doing any harm. There were six of us on the terrace at the Country Club at the time and we all felt the same way-that it

with you," said Annette, who is rather given to tho

ter day, dinner after dinner, dance after dance-anything new is welcome. Really the only variety we had was a new drink now and then

time Willie Anderson kissed Sybilla-she was his wife-on a wa

ace and the conversation

the Jacks

does Ida Jacks

! When d'yo

ay. Bull

from utter boredom someb

s the Hend

n weight. She's as big

goodness! Why did I co

uggested the affinity party. He had heard about what I had said on the terr

afternoon?

been underfoot mos

ou like

oring in a procession until you choke with dust-and Day get

id Ferd, and patted my

made love to me or anything like that, but he understood me thoroughly, which Day never took the trouble to do. It is ab

"How has it got its pretty hair fixed to-day? Rather

was only a

Day bragging about his golf

cnic we've ever had has been a failure-because why? Because they were husband-and

peach of an idea?

se's wife. You and I-do you see?-and Annette and Tom; Jane Henderson and Emerson Ri

ave a convul

ou any imagination? What has Day got to do

but it sounded amusing and different. One way and another I see such a lot

ff. I can stay over at the club or go on a motor trip. It's easy eno

ame in from the links just t

what I did to Robson, Fan-I drove off my watch and never touc

," I said. "I

m to interfere wi

sn't count," I explain

ur again and he went off fo

d I'll not be there when he gets home. I've done it before. Then, when I do go home, he'

irl!" s

'clock-that's positive. By eleve

all have to get home

ch, Ferd. He's

of you-and that's mild, Fan; but what's a vi

ough is a sufficiency, as somebody said one da

for a fishing trip, and her time was her own. And Ferd's idea turned out to be perfectly bully when the eigh

the tents are down, they built a wooden pavilion at the edge of the water for a dining hall-and, of course

otor. If the car goes into a ditch or turns over you always

car; but, for heav

going to get back to town. It won't be sitting on its tail lamp in a gully; an

rst Annette said she wouldn't go t

n it. And you girls had better put on sensible things and cut out the high heels a

ls another and meet opposite the island on the river bank. We should have t

l, of course he would have been furious had he known. And he was very nice to me all the week. He sent flowers home twice and o

nswered until nearly dawn, when I decided to give him some bills I had been holding back. I fell asleep like a ch

tournament. I'll hardly get back before to-morrow night. I came to tell you, but you looked

as dressing; but after I had had a cup of tea I felt better. There is nothing underhanded about Day. He

, with a September haze over everything. We met at the h

while the man pinned on her ne

wever, was fa

erved, "that isn't like anything else in the world. I feel like elopi

s the Moor

w a long breath. Day was safely out of the way, the weather w