26/31 She remembered his socks and ties, his general rightness. She wondered how much he spent on his clothes. She was silent for a moment, struggling with her trivial and with her deep discomfitures, and she saw the figures of Miss Buckston and of Franklin--both so funny, both so earnest--appear at the farther edge of the lawn engaged in strenuous converse. Helen looked at them too, kindly and indifferently. |