Volume VII - Modernist Magazines Project

IJ2A Correspondencefan lay upon her lap. She was apparently gazing straight beforeher, though her masses of rippling hair partly concealed her facefrom the Yeos.« Who is she ? "" Why, you remember. That Miss Verrol who used to beCecily's companion."cc I thought she \frent to America, or New Zealand, or somewhere? "" So she did, but Lady Fairfield had to come home when herfather died, you know, and she brought Miss Verrol with her.I believe she's living in town with them now as governess, orsecretary, or something ; but she's always at the Margraves', Ihear." Mrs. Yeo gave vent to an untranslatable little exclamationof disgust.u But why ? " asked her husband. He alluded to the ejaculation." My dear Jim ! Can't you see ? Look at them ! "The lights were lowered at the moment, and the curtain rose onthe last act.When it was over, and Mrs. Yeo had collected her wraps, sheturned to glance once more at the Margraves' box, but it wasempty.Down in the brightly lighted vestibule, however, when at lengththey reached it, she saw Cecily again.She was standing a little out of the crush, beside one of thegreat doors. Her husband was wrapping a white cloak roundMiss Verrol. She said something to him, with an upward glanceas he did so, and they both laughed. Cecily, who stood patientlywaiting at her side, shivered a little at the moment, yet Mrs. Yeofancied she did not feel the cold. As she passed her in the doorway,their eyes met.For