toms and archæology. He's writing a book on the Hittites. I believe he's a good banker, too."
"Well, I don't see what she has to complain of. I hear she's rather too gay. I should look after Basil, if I were you."
"No, you wouldn't," smiled Teresa.
This, too, Alice could not understand, and she went away, convinced that Teresa did not want the baby, and that she was profoundly jealous of Mrs. Perry, but dissembled out of pride.
When she had gone, Teresa began to walk up and down the room, sighing a little wearily. She moved with the pathetic clumsiness of a naturally graceful woman, slowly, the sombre dress rippling about her and hiding the lines of her body. Her head drooped as though owning the weight of her burden, yet its poise on the long throat had a touching dignity. She sighed, for she was beginning to feel the cramping conditions of the city, after her free and quiet summer. She did not like now to go out into the streets. She drove up every day to the Park, and walked there in quiet by-ways ; but she missed her physical freedom, the exhilaration of quick motion, and the irresponsible gaiety of her former life. A touch of mysticism, new to her, helped her to feel that this experience must compensate for itself; and, in resigning her own clear individual preferences, in bowing to a necessity which seemed to lie in the life of love she had chosen,
