country club dance last night?" she would ask.
"A rose-colored chiffon over yellow. It gives the oddest effect, like an
Ophelia rose."
Or:
"At the Mainwarings? George or Albert?"
"The Alberts."
"Did they ever have any children?"
One day she told her about not going to Newport, and was surprised to
see Elinor troubled.
"Why won't you go? It is a wonderful house."
"I don't care to go away, Aunt Nellie." She called her that sometimes.
Elinor had knitted silently for a little. Then:
"Do you mind if I say something to you?"
"Say anything you like, of course."
"I just--Lily, don't see too much of Louis Akers. Don't let him carry
you off your feet. He is good-looking, but if you marry him, you will be
terribly unhappy."
"That isn't enough to say, Aunt Nellie," she said gravely. "You must
have a reason."
Elinor hesitated.
"I don't like him. He is a man of very impure life."
"That's because he has never known any good women." Lily rose valiantly
to his defense, but the words hurt her. "Suppose a good woman came into
his life? Couldn't she change him?"
"I don't know," Elinor said helplessly. "But there is something else. It
will cut you off from your family."
"You did that. You couldn't stand it, either. You know what it's like."
"There must be some other way. That is no reason for marriage."
"But--suppose I care for him?" Lily said, shyly.
"You wouldn't live with him a year. There are different ways of caring,
Lily. There is such a thing as being carried away by a man's violent
devotion, but it isn't the violent love that lasts."
Lily considered that carefully, and she felt that there was some truth
in it. When Louis Akers came to take her home that night he found her
unresponsive and thoughtful.
"Mrs. Doyle's been talking to you," he said at last. "She hates me, you
know."
"Why should she hate you?"
"Because, with all her vicissitudes, she's still a snob," he said
roughly. "My family was nothing, so I'm nothing."
"She wants me to be happy, Louis."
"And she thinks you won't be with me."
"I am not at all sure that I would be." She made an effort then to throw
off the strange bond that held her to him. "I should like to have three
months, Louis, to get a--well, a sort of perspective. I can't think
clearly when you're around, and--"
"And I'm always around? Thanks." But she had alarmed him. "You're
hurting me awfully, little girl," he said, in a different tone
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