"So many thanks for the tickets--and I'll tell
Bert about the hospital to-night!"
But when the car was gone she went slowly back. She eyed the cool
porchway sombrely, the opened casement windows, the blazing
geraniums in their boxes. Pauline was hanging checked glass towels
on the line, Nancy caught a glimpse of her big bare arms, over the
brick wall that shielded the kitchen yard. It was a lovely home,
it was a most successful establishment; surely, surely, things
would improve, it would never be necessary to go away from Holly
Court.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Bert was very late, that night. The children were all asleep, and
Nancy had dined, and was dreaming over her black coffee when, at
nine o'clock, he came in. He was not hungry--just hot and tired--
he wanted something cool. He had lunched late, in town, with both
the Pearsalls, had not left the table until four o'clock. And he
had news for her. He was leaving Pearsall and Pearsall.
Nancy looked at him stupefied. What did he mean? Panic seized her,
and under her panic something rose and exulted. Perhaps it was
trouble--perhaps Bert needed his wife again!
"I'm going in for myself," said Bert.
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