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70.<br />
ELLIE<br />
The poor little scarf-pin I gave<br />
him before I left Venice. He sent<br />
it back almost at once, with the<br />
oddest note-just: "I haven’t earned<br />
it, really." I couldn’t think why<br />
he didn’t care for the pin. But,<br />
now I suppose it was because you<br />
and he had quarreled; though<br />
really, even so, I can’t see why he<br />
should bear me a grudge.<br />
Susy’s quick blood surged up. Nick had sent back the pin-the<br />
fatal pin! And she, Susy, had kept the bracelet-locked it up<br />
out of sight, shrunk away from the little packet whenever<br />
her hand touched it in packing or unpacking-but never<br />
thought of returning it, no, not once!<br />
SUSY<br />
It was not because we’ve quarreled;<br />
we haven’t quarreled.<br />
She said slowly, moved by the sudden desire to defend her<br />
privacy and Nick’s, to screen from every eye their last<br />
bitter hour together.<br />
SUSY (cont’d)<br />
We’ve simply decided that our<br />
experiment was impossible-for two<br />
paupers.<br />
ELLIE<br />
Ah, well-of course we all felt that<br />
at the time. And now somebody else<br />
wants to marry you! And it’s your<br />
trousseau you were choosing that<br />
cloak for?<br />
Ellie cried in incredulous rapture; then she flung her arms<br />
about Susy’s shrinking shoulders.<br />
ELLIE (cont’d)<br />
You lucky lucky girl! You clever<br />
clever darling! But who on earth<br />
can he be?<br />
SUSY<br />
Lord Altringham.<br />
ELLIE<br />
Streff-Streff? Our dear old Streff,<br />
You mean to say he wants to marry<br />
you?