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Though defeated； caught unawares； Eustace Swayne had watched admiringly。 He nodded； as if to confirm his own judgment。
〃Joe；〃 he said； 〃there's no doubt of it…you're as good a man as ever！〃
The music stopped； and the couples on the dance floor of the small but fashionable supper club…one of the few which existed in Burlington…began drifting back to their tables。
〃Tell me what you were thinking then；〃 Denise Quantz said。 She smiled at Kent O'Donnell across the small black…topped table which divided them。
〃Frankly； I was thinking how pleasant it would be to do this again。〃
Very slightly she raised the glass she was holding。 It held the last of her second old…fashioned。 〃To more thoughts of the same kind。〃
〃I'll drink to that。〃 He finished his own scotch and soda； then signaled a waiter to repeat their order。 〃Shall we dance？〃 The music had begun again。
〃I'd love to。〃 She rose； turning half toward him as he followed her to the small； dimly lighted dance floor。 He held out his arms and she moved into them。 They danced close together。 O'Donnell had never been an expert dancer； medicine had left him too little time to bee acplished。 But Denise Quantz matched every movement to his own。 As the minutes went by he could feel her body…tall； willowy…moving obediently； anticipating the music and his own motion。 Once her hair brushed lightly against his face； it brought with it a breath of the same perfume he had noticed at their first meeting。
The five…piece orchestra； unobtrusive； its arrangements carefully attuned to the intimate setting； was playing a popular ballad of several years before。
See the Pyramids along the Nile；
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle；
Just remember； darling…all the while
You belong to me。
For a moment he had a sense of borrowed time； of existing in a vacuum； insulated； away from medicine； Three Counties； all the other things he lived with daily。 Then the music changed to a faster tempo； and he smiled at himself for sentimentality。
As they danced he asked； 〃Do you e here often…to Burlington； I mean？〃
〃Not really；〃 she answered。 〃Occasionally； to see my father； but that's all。 Frankly it's a city I dislike。〃 Then laughingly； 〃I hope I'm not offending your civic pride。〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I've no strong views one way or the other。 But weren't you born here？〃 He added； 〃Denise…if I may。〃
〃Of course。 Don't let's be formal。〃 She looked at him directly and flashed a smile。 Answering his question； 〃Yes； I was born here；〃 she said。 〃I went to school and lived at home。 My mother was alive then。〃
〃Then why New York…now？〃
〃I think I'm a New Yorker by instinct。 Besides； my husband lived there； he still does。〃 It was the first time she had mentioned her marriage。 She did it now； easily and unself…consciously。 〃After we separated I found I'd never want to leave。 There's no other city quite like it。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃I suppose that's true。〃 He was thinking again how beautiful this woman was。 She had a posure； a lack of artifice； that younger women could rarely attain。 But nothing of her suggested a retreat from femininity； rather the reverse。 To Kent O'Donnell； holding her now； her body moving evenly against his own； she seemed infinitely desirable。 He suspected she could be extremely sensual。
Deliberately he switched his thoughts away。 This was premature。 He noticed again； as he had earlier； the gown she had on tonight。 Worn off…shoulder； it was a brilliant scarlet； of rich peau de soie； curved closely around her figure and falling into fullness only below the hips。 At one and the same time the effect was dramatic； discreet； expensive。
It was a reminder of another thought that had occurred to him this evening for the first time…the fact that Denise was obviously a rich woman。 They had arrived at the Regency Room almost together。 He had parked his own car and walked to the night club's street entrance when a gleaming Cadillac had pulled up； a uniformed chauffeur hurrying around to open the door for Denise to alight。 They had greeted each other； then she had turned to the chauffeur； now standing discreetly in the background。 〃Thank you； Tom。 I don't think you need e back。 I expect Dr。 O'Donnell will drive me home。〃
The man had answered courteously； 〃Thank you； madam；〃 then to O'Donnell； 〃Good night； sir；〃 and had driven off。
Of course； if he had thought about it； O'Donnell would have realized that the daughter of Eustace Swayne was obviously an heiress。 Not that the realization concerned him greatly； his own ine nowadays was ample for a fortable life and more besides。 Nevertheless； a really rich woman was something new in his personal experience。 Again he found his mind framing the parison between Denise and Lucy Grainger。
With a modest crescendo the orchestra ended the group of selections。 O'Donnell and Denise applauded briefly； then moved from the dance floor。 Taking her arm lightly； he steered her to their table。 A waiter was hovering； he held out their chairs and served the drinks O'Donnell had ordered。
Sipping the fresh old…fashioned； Denise said； 〃We talked about me。 Now tell me about you。〃
He poured more soda into his scotch。 He liked the liquor well diluted…a practice most waiters seemed to abhor。 〃It's pretty routine stuff。〃
〃I'm a pretty good listener； Kent。〃 Denise was speaking with half her mind。 The other half was thinking： This is a man…all man！ Her eyes took in the big frame； broad shoulders； the strong face。 She wondered if he would kiss her tonight and what it might lead to later。 She decided there were interesting possibilities in Dr。 Kent O'Donnell。
O'Donnell told her about Three Counties； his work there； and what he hoped to do。 She asked him questions about the past； his experiences； people he had known…admiring all the while the depth of thought and feeling which came through everything he said。
They danced again； the waiter replaced their drinks； they talked； they danced； the waiter returned； the sequence was repeated。 Denise told him about her marriage； it had taken place eighteen years ago； had lasted ten。 Her husband was a corporation lawyer with a busy practice in New York。 There were two children…twins； Alex and Philippa…who had remained in Denise's custody； in a few weeks the children would be seventeen。
〃My husband is a perfectly rational being；〃 she said。 〃It's simply that we were quite inpatible and wasted a lot of time ing to an obvious conclusion。〃
〃Do you ever see him now？〃
〃Oh； often。 At parties and around town。 Occasionally we meet for lunch。 In some ways Geoffrey is quite delightful。 I'm sure you'd like him。〃
Both of them were talking more freely now。 Without waiting to be told； the waiter put fresh drinks in front of them。 O'Donnell asked her about divorce； was there some barrier toil？
〃Not really。〃 She answered frankly。 〃Geoffrey is quite willing to divorce me but insists that I supply the evidence。 In the state of New York； you know； it has to be adultery。 So far I haven't got around to it。〃
〃Has your husband never wanted to remarry？〃
She seemed surprised； 〃Geoffrey？ I don't imagine so。 In any case； he's married to the law。〃
〃I see。〃
Denise twirled the stem of her glass。 〃Geoffrey always considered that bed was a good place in which to read his legal briefs。〃 She said it softly； almost with intimacy。 O'Donnell sensed a hint of why the marriage had failed。 He found the thought exciting。
The waiter was at his elbow。 〃Excuse me； sir； the bar is closing in a few minutes。 Do you wish to order now？〃
Surprised； O'Donnell glanced at his watch。 It was almost one o'clock in the morning。 Though it seemed much less； they had been together for three and a half hours。 He glanced at Denise； she shook her head。
He told the waiter； 〃No； thank you；〃 and paid the check the man presented。 They finished their drinks and prepared to go。 The waiter offered a friendly 〃Good night〃； the tip had been generous。 O'Donnell had a sense of fort and well…being。
In the foyer he waited for Denise while an attendant went to the parking lot for his car。 When she came she took his arm。 〃It's such a shame to go。 I almost wish we'd had that last drink after all。〃
He had hesitated； then said lightly； tentatively； 〃We could stop at my apartment if you like。 I have a well…stocked bar； and it's on the way。〃
For an instant he feared he had been unwise。 He thought he detected a sudden coolness； a hint of pained surprise。 Then it was gone。 She said simply； 〃Why don't we do that？〃
Outside the Buick was waiting； the doors held open； the motor running。 Going across town； he drove carefully； more slowly then usual； aware he had had a good deal to drink。 It was a warm night and the car windows were down。 From the other side of the front seat he caught a subtle breath of perfume once again。 At his apartment he parked the car on the street and they went up in the elevator。
When he had mixed drinks he took them across and gave the old…fashioned to Denise。 She was standing by an open window in the living room； looking out at the lights of Burlington below。 The river which ran through the city cut a deep swath of darkness between both its banks。
Standing beside her； he said quietly； 〃It's been a while since I mi