I felt certain
that something was in the air, some new adventure from which I was
excluded, and my heart sank as I thought of all the grim possibilities
overshadowing it.
I watched them with their heads close together, Mr. Parker apparently
unfolding the details of some scheme; and it seemed to me that, after all,
the wisest thing I could do was to bid this strange pair farewell after
luncheon and return either to the country or cross over to Paris for a few
days. And then a chance word, a little look from Eve, a little touch from
her fingers, as it occurred to her that I was being neglected, made me
realize the absolute impossibility of doing anything of the sort.
For a person of my habits of life and temperament I had certainly fallen
into a strange adventure. Not only had Eve herself come to mean for me
everything that was real and vital in life, but I was most curiously
attracted by her terrible father. I liked him.
I liked being with him. He was a type of person I had never met before
in my life and one whom I thoroughly appreciated. I sat and watched him
during an interval of the conversation.
Geniality and humor were stamped upon his expression. "I am enjoying
life!" he seemed to say to everybody.
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