Every prop had been taken away from her.
Even the dubious prop of the strange, unsatisfactory
Keith. For had he not failed her? She had said,
``must'' and ``at once''; and he had responded with
three words of curt refusal.
After dinner Stanley unexpectedly appeared. He
hardly waited for the necessary formalities of the
greeting before he said to Mrs. Brindley: ``I want to see
Mildred alone. I know you won't mind, Mrs. Brindley.
It's very important.'' He laughed nervously but cheerfully.
``And in a few minutes I'll call you in. I think
I'll have something interesting to tell you.''
Mrs. Brindley laughed. With her cigarette in one
hand and her cup of after-dinner coffee in the other,
she moved toward the door, saying gayly to Mildred:
``I'll be in the next room. If you scream I shall
hear. So don't be alarmed.''
Stanley closed the door, turned beaming upon
Mildred. Said he: ``Here's my news. My missus has
got her divorce.''
Mildred started up.
``Yes, the real thing,'' he assured her.
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