se, if you think--"
"If I think them suitable. My dear, if there were on this earth
ornaments more suitable to extreme youth than corals, I would borrow
them if you owned them, but, failing that, the corals will answer. Wait
until you see me in that taupe dinner-gown and the corals!"
Jane waited. She visited with Viola, whom she loved, although they had
little in common, partly because of leading widely different lives,
partly because of constitutional variations. She was dressed for dinner
fully an hour before it was necessary, and she sat in the library
reading when Viola swept in.
Viola was really entrancing. It was a pity that Jane Carew had such an
unswerving eye for the essential truth that it could not be appeased by
actual effect. Viola had doubtless, as she had said, struggled to keep
her slim shape, but she had kept it, and, what was more, kept it without
evidence of struggle. If she was in the least hampered by tight lacing
and length of undergarment, she gave no evidence of it as she curled
herself up in a big chair and (Jane wondered how she could bring herself
to do it) crossed her legs, revealing one delicate foot and ankle,
silk-stockinged with taupe, and shod with a coral satin slipper with a
silver heel and a great silver buckle. On Viola's fair round neck the
Carew corals lay bloomingly; her beautiful arms were clasped with them;
a great coral brooch with wonderful carving confined a graceful fold
of the taupe over one hip, a coral comb surmounted the shining waves of
Viola's hair. Viola was an ash-blonde, her complexion was as roses, and
the corals were ideal for her. As Jane regarded her friend's beauty,
however, the fact that Viola was not young, that she was as old as
herself, hid it and overshadowed it.
"Well, Jane, don't you think I look well in the corals, after all?"
asked Viola, and there was something pitiful in her voice.
When a man or a woman holds fast to youth, even if successfully,
there is something of the pitiful and the tragic involved. It is the
everlasting struggle of the soul to retain the joy of earth, whose
fleeting distinguishes it from heaven, and whose retention is not
accomplished without an inner knowledge of its futility.
"I suppose you do, Viola," replied Jane Carew, with the inflexibility
of fate, "but I really think that only very young girls ought to wear
corals."
Viola laughed, but the laugh had a minor cadence. "But I AM a young
girl, Jane," she said.
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