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To PETER CLIFTON, that afternoon and evening had had a delicate charm which no other day of his life had held. He and Jane had dined early, and at her request he had not dressed. He was learning a new Jane, something quizzical, something tantalizing, something wholly feminine. A girl who could banter him with a solemn face and make him forget the tragic atmosphere in which he had been moving. A dozen times he had attempted to return to the ugly realities, a dozen times she had headed him off.
They were in the little library, Jane browsing from volume to volume. Presently she hesitated. "Peter, would you mind very much if I asked you something?"