her life itself, at least with her liberty for life; and her stake, if she won, was the neat little sum of five hundred thousand dollars to enhance her joys of freedom.
Elsewhere in this house the aged youth, her husband, lay dead; and whatever was to happen, her chapter with him was concluded and she could not contrive to conceal from me a certain relief at that. Perhaps I imagined it, with my picture of her at her piano last night still haunting my mind; yet I'm not imaginative. I felt her saying to herself, as she gazed at me, "Well, whatever's to come next, that's over. Twenty-two with sixty-seven, rejuvenated!"
She said aloud to me, "What did you mean by the words on your card?"
"If you don't know," I said, "why did you change your mind, after you had the card, and send for me?"
She didn't respond; she lay waiting, watchfully, and let me look her over and think her over with all the deliberation I wanted. She seemed to me not so slight as that Christina who'd met me at the river ledge with Keeban; but I knew enough about the effect of negligee, and of a figure loosed from a girdle, to allow
