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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Hiseyeswerestudyingher:thebatteredcoatthrownopen,half-slippingoffhershoulders,andtheslenderbodyinagraysuitthatlookedlikeanofficeuniform.
"Ifyoucameheredressedlikethisinordernottoletmenoticehowlovelyyouare,"hesaid,"youmiscalculated.You’relovely.IwishIcouldtellyouwhatareliefitistoseeafacethat’sintelligentthoughawoman’s.Butyoudon’twanttohearit.That’snotwhatyoucameherefor."
Thewordswereimproperinsomanyways,yetweresaidsolightlythattheybroughtherbacktoreality,toangerandtothepurposeofhervisit.Sheremainedstanding,lookingdownathim,herfaceblank,refusinghimanyrecognitionofthepersonal,evenofitspowertooffendher.Shesaid,"Icameheretoaskyouaquestion."
"Goahead."
"WhenyoutoldthosereportersthatyoucametoNewYorktowitnessthefarce,whichfarcedidyoumean?"
Helaughedaloud,likeamanwhoseldomfindsachancetoenjoytheunexpected.
"That’swhatIlikeaboutyou,Dagny.TherearesevenmillionpeopleinthecityofNewYork,atpresent.Outofsevenmillionpeople,youaretheonlyonetowhomitcouldhaveoccurredthatIwasn’ttalkingabouttheVaildivorcescandal."
"Whatwereyoutalkingabout?"
"Whatalternativeoccurredtoyou?"
"TheSanSebastiándisaster."
"That’smuchmoreamusingthantheVaildivorcescandal,isn’tit?"
Shesaidinthesolemn,mercilesstoneofaprosecutor,"Youdiditconsciously,cold-bloodedlyandwithfullintention."