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26.<br />
NARRATOR (cont’d)<br />
looked back on her past it lay<br />
before her as a very network of<br />
perpetual concessions and<br />
contrivings. But never before had<br />
she had such a sense of being<br />
tripped up, gagged and pinioned.<br />
The little misery of the cigars<br />
still galled her, and now this big<br />
humiliation superposed itself on<br />
the raw wound. Decidedly, the<br />
second month of their honey-moon<br />
was beginning cloudily.<br />
The old habit of being always on her guard made her turn<br />
once more to the looking-glass. Her face was pale and<br />
haggard; and having, by a swift and skillful application of<br />
cosmetics, increased its appearance of fatigue, she crossed<br />
the room and softly opened her husband’s door.<br />
18 INT. NICK’S BEDROOM - NIGHT 18<br />
He too sat by a lamp, reading a letter which he put aside as<br />
she entered.<br />
His face was grave, and she said to herself that he was<br />
certainly still thinking about the cigars.<br />
SUSY<br />
I’m very tired, dearest, and my<br />
head aches so horribly that I’ve<br />
come to bid you good-night.<br />
Bending over the back of his chair, she laid her arms on his<br />
shoulders.<br />
He lifted his hands to clasp hers, but, as he threw his head<br />
back to smile up at her she noticed that his look was still<br />
serious, almost remote.<br />
It was as if, for the first time, a faint veil hung between<br />
his eyes and hers.<br />
NICK<br />
(absently)<br />
I’m so sorry: it’s been a long day<br />
for you.<br />
Pressing his lips to her hands.<br />
She felt the dreaded twitch in her throat.
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