What a stupid thing that we have no mirror in this room, and
it's a sewing and sitting room, too. Do I look all right, Dorothy?"
"To me you seem perfection."
"Ah, well, I can glance at a glass on the next floor. Won't you come
down and see him trampled on?"
"No, thank you. I shall most likely drop off to sleep, and enjoy forty
winks in this very comfortable chair. Don't be too harsh with the
young man, Kate. You are quite wrong in your surmises about him. The
Lieutenant never made any such arrangement as you suggest, because he
talked of nothing but the most commonplace subjects all the time I was
with him, as I was just about to tell you, only you seem in such a
hurry to get away."
"Oh, that doesn't deceive me in the least. I'll be back shortly, with
the young man's scalp dangling at my belt. Now we shan't be long," and
with that Katherine went skipping downstairs.
Dorothy picked up a magazine that lay on the table, and for a few
moments turned its leaves from one story to another, trying to
interest herself, but failing. Then she lifted the newspaper that lay
at her feet, but it also was soon cast aside, and she leaned back in
her chair with half-closed eyes, looking out at the cruiser in the
Bay. A slight haze arose between her and the ship, thickening and
thickening until at last it obscured the vessel.
Dorothy was oppressed by a sense of something forgotten, and she
strove in vain to remember what it was.
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