"I saw your light. Heavens, what a party!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you didn't mind my not going on."
"I wish you had. Clay, you'll never guess what happened."
"Probably not. What?"
"Well, Audrey just made it, that's all. Funny! I wish you'd seen some
of their faces. Of course she was disgraceful, but she took it off right
away. But it was like her--no one else would have dared."
His mouth felt dry. Audrey--disgraceful!
"It was in the stable, you know, I told you. And just at midnight the
doors opened and a big white horse leaped in with Audrey on his back. No
saddle--nothing. She was dressed like a bare-back rider in the circus,
short tulle skirts and tights. They nearly mobbed her with joy." She
yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed."
He roused himself.
"A happy New-year, my dear."
"Thanks," she said, and wandered out, her absurd feathered tail trailing
behind her.
He lay back and closed his eyes. So Audrey had done that, Audrey, who
had been in his mind all those sleepless hours; for he knew now that
back of all his resolutions to do better had been the thought of her.
He felt disappointed and bitter. The sad disillusion of the middle
years, still heroically clinging to faiths that one after another
destroyed themselves, was his.