West's,
before I came home to dress for dinner."
Helen leaned back in her chair and laughed musically. She felt, with
mingled relief and a faint sense of disappointment, that her effort to
avoid a confidence had been successful.
"I should think," she said, "that you Boston women would be worn to
shreds, and I don't wonder that you have a leaning toward hysterics.
Did you carry a clear idea of the Buddhistic over-soul through all the
things that came after it in the day?"
She rose as she spoke, with the desire to hasten away. She had little
mind to know more than she must of the causes of Edith's unhappiness.
She was glad to help her friend, but she felt that she could do so no
better from knowing anything Edith could tell her; and she was,
moreover, sure that Mrs. Fenton's loyal soul would bitterly regret it
if she were by the emotion of the minute betrayed into revelations that
involved her husband.
"No," Edith answered, rising in her turn; "I am not even sure whether
the Buddhists believe themselves to have an over-soul. But why must you
go? Wait, and let Arthur walk home with you."
"Oh, I shall take a car," Helen said. "I don't in the least mind going
alone; and it's time both of us were in bed. Good-night, dear; do try
and get rested."
XXVIII
BEDECKING ORNAMENTS OF PRAISE.
Love's Labor's Lost; ii.
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