Impulsively he
cursed the sense of duty that had prompted him to interfere.
XXIII
THE CRASH
The several days following Dave's unexpected call at Las Palmas
Alaire spent in a delightful reverie. She had so often wrestled
with the question of divorce that she had begun to weary of it;
and now, when she tried to summon energy to consider it anew, she
found herself, as usual, reasoning in a circle and arriving at no
decision. She gave up trying, at length, and for the time being
rested content in the knowledge that she loved and was loved. In
her heart she knew well enough what her ultimate course would be:
sooner or later events would force her action. Yielding to a
natural cowardice, therefore, she resigned herself to dreamy
meditations and left the future to take care of itself. A week
passed while she hugged her thoughts to her breast, and then one
evening she rode home to learn that Ed had returned from San
Antonio.
But Ed was ill, and he did not appear at dinner. It had been years
since either had dared invade the other's privacy, and now,
inasmuch as her husband did not send for her, Alaire did not
presume to offer her services as nurse.
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