Her eyes rested on
the writing table behind himIt was here they had worked--she and
AngelaFor Angela had her share of the duties that fall to the lot of a
prominent politician's wifeShe had been the greatest help to him in
his careerHe had often seen her and Sissy sitting at that table--Sissy
at the typewriter, taking down letters from her dictationNo doubt Miss
Miller was thinking of that, tooNow all he had to do was to give her
the brooch his wife had left herA rather incongruous gift it seemedIt might have been better to have left her a sum of money, or even the
typewriterBut there it was--"For Sissy Miller, with my love And,
taking the brooch, he gave it her with the little speech that he had
preparedHe knew, he said,
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worn itAnd she replied, as she took it almost as if she too had
prepared a speech, that it would always be a treasured possessionShe had, he supposed, other clothes upon which a pearl brooch would not
look quite so incongruousShe was wearing the little black coat and
skirt that seemed the uniform of her professionThen he remembered--she
was in mourning, of courseShe, too, had had her tragedy--a brother, to
whom she was devoted, had died only a week or two before AngelaIn
some accident was it? He could not remember--only Angela telling himAngela, with her genius for sympathy, had been terribly upsetMeanwhile
Sissy Miller had risenShe was putting on her glovesEvidently she
felt that she
prada clutch ought not to intrudeBut he could not let her go without
saying something about her futureWhat were her plans? Was there any
way in which he could help her?
She was gazing at the table, where she had sat at her typewriter, where
the diary layAnd, lost in her memories of Angela, she did not at once
answer his suggestion that he should help herShe seemed for a
moment not to understandSo he repeated:
"What are your plans, Miss Miller?"
"My plans? Oh, that's all right, MrClandon," she exclaimed"Please
don't bother yourself about me
He took her to mean that she was in no need of financial assistanceIt
would be better, he realized, to make any suggestion of that kind in a
letterAll he could do now was to say as he pressed
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"Remember, Miss Miller, if there's any way in which I can help you, it
will be a pleasure Then he opened the doorFor a moment, on the
threshold, as if a sudden thought had struck her, she stoppedClandon," she said, looking straight at him for the first time, and
for the first time he was struck by the expression, sympathetic yet
searching, in her eyes"If at any time," she continued, "there's
anything I can do to help you, remember, I shall feel it, for your
wife's sake, a pleasure
With that she was goneHer words and the look that went with them were
unexpectedIt was almost as if she believed, or hoped, that he would
need herA curious, perhaps a fantastic idea occurred to him as he
returned to his chairCould it be,
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had scarcely noticed her, she, as the novelists say, had entertained a
passion for him? He caught his own reflection in the glass as he passedHe was over fifty