so long. âAnd yetâit canât be that I donât believe in Mike!â she told herself desolately.
Every morning, she looked for Mikeâs column, but it was all old stuff, things he had done in Washington and New York. Then, one morning after Teresa had been especially trying, she saw Mikeâs byline, and under it âLima, Peru.â
She scanned the column swiftly. Mikeâs bright, astringent style, his crisp fascination with whatever was unique around himâand with it, statements that indicated conclusively that he was, definitely, urbanely housed and fed, adjacent to postal facilities, well, and able to work and explore. Quick, shamed anger burned her.
Soâher haunted misgivings had had a basis of fact.
âAll right, friend Michael, if you donât
want
to write!â her teeth clicked together. Her fingers clenched. Her face, if she had taken the trouble to look at it, was drained and stiff, her eyes darkened and dry with aching fury.
That was the night the telephone rang, and the nurse, answering it, said, âItâs for you, Miss Warfield. Itâs a man.â
Virginia took the receiver, wondering a little. Her father, perhaps, something wrong at homeâbut it was Bruce Gambleâs voice that came over the wire.
âJust in town for a few hoursâI thought you might be persuaded to have dinner with me.â
âBut, how did you find me?â Virginia was trying not to sound stimulated and too bright.
âEasy enough. Two telephone numbers on the Harrison Bureau literature. I tried oneâno answer. So I called the other. If you arenât busy, could I come alongâsay at eight?â
âOhâof course. Iâll be ready at eight.â She hung up.
âWho is it?â demanded Teresa bluntly. âNot that ink-fish?â
âItâs a friend.â Virginia was cool. âA friendâof Mikeâs,â she prevaricated. âHeâs taking me out to dinner.â She would not give Teresa the malicious satisfaction of knowing that things were wrong. She had enough to endure from Teresa now, without adding to it Teresaâs triumphant âI told you soâs.â âOh, dear,â she worried, âall my good clothes are over in Georgetown.â
âWear my lace blouse,â offered Teresa. âIt wonât be much too bigâand it wonât show under your coat. Itâs supposed to be goodâit ought to be, I paid the creature enough for it. And you can have my pearls.â
âThank youâyouâre awfully good, Teresa.â
âTime you went out somewhere,â snapped Teresa, âmooning around here with a face like a haunted tomb or something!â
Across a little table, Virginia said to Bruce Gamble, âThis is what I needed. Iâve been so fiendishly tired lately. Mrs. Harrison is still ill, and Iâve had everything to doâsuch a lot of responsibilityâand she isnât terribly easy to please. Brilliant people never are. Theyâre so impatient with mediocrity.â
âNot calling yourself a mediocrity?â
âIâm even worse. Iâm a timorous mediocrity. And when youâre a bold personality, when youâve gone up against the world and tamed it and made it feed you and buy pearls for you and respect you, as Teresa has, anxious fumbling can be awfully irritating.â
âLeaving Teresa out of itâand personally she sounds like very cold brass to meâone of those ruthless females with an eye like a saberâstop me if Iâm throwing mud on any idols,â he grinned. âBut to continueâwithout Teresaâare you doing anything this weekend? Or on Sunday? I thoughtâmy sisterâs a rather nice person, and it only takes an hour or so to drive up there, and you could see Meredith. Iâm just one of those fathersâwant to show off my cute kidââ There was a thin flush on