And I noticed that
Eileen nibbled also. She is not going to grow fat and waddle and
redden her nose, but, my dear, back deep in her eyes and in the
curve of her lips and in the tone of her voice there were such
disappointment and discontent as I never have seen in any woman.
She could not suppress them; she could not conceal them. There
was nothing on earth she could do but sit quietly and endure.
They delivered us at our respective offices, leaving both of us
dates on which to visit them, but neither of us intends to call
on them. Eileen's face was a tragedy when her uncle insisted on
making the arrangements. I can at least spare her that.
And now, my dear, life is growing so full and my time is so taken
with my work at the office and with my widening friendships with
Dana and her friends and with Mr. Snow, that I really feel I have
not time to go farther with our anonymous correspondence. It is
all I can do to find time to write you letters such as the one I
am writing I have done my best to play up to what you expected of
me and I think I have succeeded in fooling you quite as much as
you have felt that you were fooling me. But, Linda dear, I want
you always to know that I appreciate the spirit in which you
began this thing. I know why you did it and I shall always love
you a trifle more for your thought of me and your effort to tide
over the very dark days you knew I would be facing in San
Francisco. I think, dear friend of mine, that I have had my
share of dark days.
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