She let the clothes drop, forgotten, on
the sofa. He could see her weighing--considering what she should say to
him.
"Italy--Rome--I expect----"
"Italy--when?"
"I've got to be at the hospital to-morrow. Wednesday probably. I don't
believe it'll be for long. I hope not. A week or two. I've got leave
for a month."
"Why are you going?"
And now he could not keep the harsh break out of his voice. He could not
hide the physical weakness which made it impossible for him to stand.
And yet, though she looked at him, she seemed unaware that he was
suffering. She was absorbed in some difficulty of her own, set on her
own immediate purpose. He knew that mood. It was the other side of her
fitful, whimsical way of life that she could be as relentless, as deadly
resolute and patient in attainment as himself.
"It's about Howard," she said, abruptly coming to a decision. "I wasn't
sure at first what to do about it. I didn't want anyone to know. But
you're different. We have to share things. Howard and Gertie--they've
both gone--gone off--no one knows where."
"Together?"
"I'm pretty certain of it. At any rate, Gertie, who couldn't even pay
her rent, has vanished, and Howard--I heard about Howard this morning."
"What did you hear about him?"
"It was from Salter. You probably don't know him. He came to me because
he knew I was a friend of Howard's. He was frightfully upset. It seems
there was some sort of club which a crowd of students were collecting
for, and he and Howard held the funds.
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