“And another thing I find noteworthy is the way in which what I might call mature people seem to go on having a good time instead of standing by and applauding the young people having a good time....  And the young people do not seem to have set out to have a good time at all....  Now in America, a charming girl like Miss Corner would be distinctly more aware of herself and her vitality than she is here, distinctly more.  Her peculiarly charming sidelong look, if I might make so free with her—­would have been called attention to.  It’s a perfectly beautiful look, the sort of look some great artist would have loved to make immortal.  It’s a look I shall find it hard to forget....  But she doesn’t seem to be aware in the least of it.  In America she would be aware of it.  She would be distinctly aware of it.  She would have been made aware of it.  She would have been advised of it.  It would be looked for and she would know it was looked for.  She would give it as a singer gives her most popular song.  Mamie Nelson, for example, used to give a peculiar little throw back of the chin and a laugh....  It was talked about.  People came to see it....

“Of course Mamie Nelson was a very brilliant girl indeed.  I suppose in England you would say we spoilt her.  I suppose we did spoil her....”

It came into Mr. Direck’s head that for a whole day he had scarcely given a thought to Mamie Nelson.  And now he was thinking of her—­calmly.  Why shouldn’t one think of Mamie Nelson calmly?

She was a proud imperious thing.  There was something Southern in her.  Very dark blue eyes she had, much darker than Miss Corner’s....

But how tortuous she had been behind that outward pride of hers!  For four years she had let him think he was the only man who really mattered in the world, and all the time quite clearly and definitely she had deceived him.  She had made a fool of him and she had made a fool of the others perhaps—­just to have her retinue and play the queen in her world.  And at last humiliation, bitter humiliation, and Mamie with her chin in the air and her bright triumphant smile looking down on him.

Hadn’t he, she asked, had the privilege of loving her?

She took herself at the value they had set upon her.

Well—­somehow—­that wasn’t right....

All the way across the Atlantic Mr. Direck had been trying to forget her downward glance with the chin up, during that last encounter—­and other aspects of the same humiliation.  The years he had spent upon her!  The time!  Always relying upon her assurance of a special preference for him.  He tried to think he was suffering from the pangs of unrequited love, and to conceal from himself just how bitterly his pride and vanity had been rent by her ultimate rejection.  There had been a time when she had given him reason to laugh in his sleeve at Booth Wilmington.

Perhaps Booth Wilmington had also had reason for laughing in his sleeve....