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The Aristocracy of pull
Thereisn’tanybettershowintown—norbetterpublicized.It’saperfectlyridiculousmarriage,butjustaboutwhatyou’dexpectfromJimTaggart."
Shewasmovingcasuallythroughtheroom,glancingaround,asifgettingacquaintedwithanunfamiliarplace."Ihaven’tbeeninNewYorkforyears,"shesaid."Notwithyou,thatis.Notonanyformaloccasion."
Henoticedthepauseintheaimlesswanderingofhereyes,aglancethatstoppedbrieflyonafilledashtrayandmovedon.Hefeltastabofrevulsion.
Shesawitinhisfaceandlaughedgaily."Ohbut,darling,I’mnotrelieved!I’mdisappointed.IdidhopeI’dfindafewcigarettebuttssmearedwithlipstick."
Hegavehercreditfortheadmissionofthespying,evenifundercoverofajoke.Butsomethinginthestressedfranknessofhermannermadehimwonderwhethershewasjoking;fortheflashofaninstant,hefeltthatshehadtoldhimthetruth.Hedismissedtheimpression,becausehecouldnotconceiveofitaspossible.
"I’mafraidthatyou’llneverbehuman,"shesaid."SoI’msurethatIhavenorival.AndifIhave—whichIdoubt,darling—Idon’tthinkI’llworryaboutit,becauseifit’sapersonwho’salwaysavailableoncall,withoutappointment—well,everybodyknowswhatsortofapersonthatis."
Hethoughtthathewouldhavetobecareful;hehadbeenabouttoslapherface.