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in room bright; you don't have to have a whole chandelier。 When it smiled; everything else smiled with it Her nose crinkled; and her eyebrows arched; and her eyes creased; and dimples showed up where there hadn't been any a minute before。 She looked as though she smiled a lot。 She looked as though she had a lot to smile about。
 She continually toyed with a wedding…band on her third finger。 Caressed it; so to speak; fondled it。 She was probably unconscious of doing so by this time; it must have bee a fixed habit by now。 But originally; months ago; when it was first there; when it was new there; she must have taken such a fierce pride in it that she'd felt the need for continually displaying it to all the world…as if to say; 〃Look at me! Look what I've got! 〃…must have held such an affection for it that she couldn't keep her hands off it for very long。 And now; though pride and affection were in nowise less; this had formed itself into a winning little habit that persisted。 No matter what move her hands made; no matter what gesture they expressed; it always managed to e uppermost; to be foremost in the beholder's eye。
 It had a row of diamonds; and then a sapphire at each end for a stop。 She caught her new seat…mate's glance resting upon it; so then she turned it around her way a little more; so she could see it all the better; gave it a pert little brush…off with her fingers; as if to dispel the last; lingering; hypothetical grain of dust。 A brush…off that pretended she didn't care any more about it just then。 Just as her attitude toward him pretended she didn't care anything about him either。 A brush…off that lied like the very devil。
 They were both chatting away absorbedly; as new…found friends do; by the time he reappeared some ten minutes later。 He came up to them acting secretive and mysterious in a rather conspicuous way。 He looked cautiously left and right first; as if bearing tidings of highest secrecy。 Then screened the side of his mouth with the edge of one hand。 Then leaned down and whispered; 〃Pat; one of the porters just tipped me off。 They're going to open up the dining…car in a couple of minutes。 Special; inside; advance information。 You know what that'll mean in this mob。 I think we better start moving up that way if we want to get in under the rope on the first shift。 There'll be a stampede under way as soon as word gets around。〃
 She jumped to her feet with alacrity。
 He immediately soft…pedalled her with the flats of both hands; in ic intensity。 〃Sh! Don't give it away! What are you trying to do? Act indifferent。 Act as if you weren't going anywhere in particular; were just getting up to stretch your legs。〃
 She smothered an impish chuckle。 〃When I'm going to the dining…car; I just can't act as if I weren't going anywhere in particular。 It stands out all over me。 You're lucky if you hold me down to a twenty…yard dash。〃 But to oblige his ideas of Machiavellian duplicity; she exaggeratedly arched her feet and tiptoed out into the aisle; as though the amount of noise she made had any relation to what they were trying to do。
 In passing; she pulled persuasively at the sleeve of the girl beside her。 〃e on。 You're ing with us; aren't you?〃 she whispered conspiratorially。
 〃What about the seats? We'll lose them; won't we?〃
 〃Not if we put our baggage on them。 Here; like this。〃 She raised the other girl's valise; which had been standing there in the aisle until now; and between them they planked it lengthwise across the seat; effectively blocking it。
 The girl was on her feet now; dislodged by the valise; but she still hung back; hesitant about going with them。
 The young wife seemed to understand; she was quick that way。 She sent him on ahead; out of earshot; to break trail for them。 Then turned to her recent seat…mate in tactful reassurance。 〃Don't worry about…anything; he'll look after everything。〃 And then; making confidantes of the two of them about this; to minimize the other's embarrassment; she promised her: 〃I'll see that he does。 That's what they're for; anyway。〃
 The girl tried to falter an insincere denial; that only proved the surmise had been right 〃No; it isn't that…I don't like to…〃
 But her new friend had already taken her acceptance for an acplished fact; had no more time to waste on it。 〃Hurry up; we'll lose him;〃 she urged。 〃They're closing in again behind him。〃
 She urged her forward ahead of herself; a friendly hand lightly placed just over her outside hip。
 〃You can't neglect yourself now; of all times;〃 she cautioned her in an undertone。 〃I know。 They told me that myself。〃
 The pioneering husband; meanwhile; was cutting a wide swath for them down the center of the clogged aisle; causing people to lean acutely in over the seats to give clearance。 And yet with never a resentful look。 He seemed to have that way about him; genial but firm。
 〃It's useful to have a husband who used to be on the football team;〃 his bride mented placently。 〃He can run your interference for you。 Just look at the width of that back; would you?〃
 When they had overtaken him; she plained petulantly; 〃Wait for me; can't you? I have two to feed。〃
 〃So have I;〃 was the totally unchivalrous remark over his shoulder。 〃And they're both me。〃
 They were; by dint of his foresight; the first ones in the dining…car; which was inundated within moments after the doors had been thrown open。 They secured a choice table for three; diagonal to a window。 The unlucky ones had to wait on line in the aisle outside; the door inhospitably closed in their faces。
 〃Just so we won't sit down to the table still not knowing each other's names;〃 the young wife said; cheerfully unfolding her napkin; 〃he's Hazzard; Hugh; and I'm Hazzard; Patrice。〃 Her dimples showed up in depreciation。 〃Funny name; isn't it?〃
 〃Be more respectful;〃 her young spouse growled; without lifting his forehead from the bill of fare。 〃I'm just trying you out for it I haven't decided yet whether I'll let you keep it or not。〃
 〃It's mine now;〃 was the feminine logic he got。 〃I haven't decided whether I'll let you keep it or not〃
 〃What's your name?〃 she asked their guest。
 〃Georgesson;〃 the girl said。 〃Helen Georgesson。〃
 She smiled hesitantly at the two of them。 Gave him the outside edge of her smile; gave her the center of it。 It wasn't a very broad smile; but it had depth and gratitude; the little there was of it。
 〃You've both been awfully friendly to me;〃 she said。
 She looked down at the menu card she held spread between her hands; so they wouldn't detect the flicker of emotion that made her lips tremble for a moment
 〃It must be an awful lot of fun to be…you;〃 she murmured wistfully。
 
 
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 By the time the overhead lights in their car had been put out; around ten; so that those who wanted to sleep could do so; they were already old and fast friends。 They were already 〃Patrice〃 and 〃Helen〃 to one another; this; as might have been surmised; at Patrice's instigation。 Friendship blooms quickly in the hothouse atmosphere of travel; within the space of hours; sometimes; it's already full…blown。 Then just as suddenly is snapped off short; by the inevitable separation of the travelers。 It seldom if ever survives that separation for long。 That is why; on ships and trains; people have fewer reticences with one another; they exchange confidences more quickly; tell all about themselves; they will never have to see these same people again; and worry about what opinion they may have formed; whether good or bad。
 The small; shaded; individual sidelights provided for each seat; that could be turned on or off at will; were still on for the most part; but the car was restfully dimmer and quieter; some of its occupants already dozing。 Patrice's husband was in an inert; hat…shrouded state on the valise that again stood alongside his original seat; his crossed legs precariously slung upward to the top of the seat ahead。 However; he seemed fortable enough; judging by the sonorous sounds that escaped from inside his hat now and then。 He had dropped out of their conversation fully an hour before; and; an unkind mentary this on the importance of men to women's conversations; to all appearances hadn't even been missed。
 Patrice was

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