Neither
of them had been aware that the Duchess, a drab figure merged into a
drab background, had regarded them fixedly during all this scene. And
Larry was still unconscious that the old eyes were now watching him
with their deep-set, expressionless fixity.
Motionless, Larry stood gazing at where Maggie had been. Within him
was tumult; he did not yet understand the significance of that
impulsive kiss . . . He began to walk the floor, his mind and will now
more in control. Yes, he was going to go straight; he was going to
make good, and make good in a big way! And he was going to make Maggie
go straight, too. He'd show her! It wasn't going to be easy, but he
had his big plan made, and he had determination, and he knew he'd win
in the end. Yes, he'd show her! . . .
Up before the mirror Maggie sat looking intently at herself. Part of
her consciousness was wondering about that kiss, and part kept
fiercely repeating that she'd show him--she'd show him--she'd show
him! . . .
Looking thus into their futures they were both very certain of
themselves and of the roads which they were to travel.
CHAPTER VII
Larry was still gazing at where Maggie had stood, flashing her
defiance at him, when Hunt came thumping down the stairway.
"Hello, young fellow; what you been doing to Maggie?" demanded the
painter.
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