But our talk was all to short, for a fat man with three rings on came
in, and sat down with us, and ordered a whiskey and soda. My blood
turned cold, for fear some one I knew would come in and see me sitting
there in a drinking party.
And my blood was right to turn cold. For, just as he had told the
manager about the arangement I had made, and the manager said "Bully"
and raised his glass to drink to me I looked across and there was
mother's aunt, old Susan Paget, sitting near, with the most awfull face
I ever saw!
I colapsed in my chair.
Dear Dairy, I only remember saying, "Well, remember, ten o'clock. And
dress up like a Gentleman in hard luck," and his saying: "Well, I hope
I'm a Gentleman, and the hard luck's no joke," and then I went away.
And now, dear Dairy, I am in bed, and every time the telephone rings
I have a chill. And in between times I drink ice-water and sneaze. How
terrable a thing is Love.
LATER: I can hardly write. Switzerland is a settled thing. Father is not
home tonight and I cannot apeal to him. Susan Paget said I was drinking
to, and mother is having the vibrater used on her spine. If I felt
better I would run away.
JANUARY 26TH. How can I write what has happened? It is so terrable.
Beresford went at ten o'clock to ask for Leila, and did not send in his
card for fear father would refuse to see him. And father thought, from
his saying that he had come to ask for somthing, and so on, that it
was Adrian, and threw him out.
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