1 "Good night," called Miss Baker from the stairs.
2 "I talked with Miss Baker," I said after a moment.
3 "Things went from bad to worse," suggested Miss Baker.
4 Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of meaning.
5 Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction.
6 "We ought to plan something," yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.
7 "You ought to live in California--" began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair.
8 A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear.
9 She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: "I looked outdoors for a minute and it's very romantic outdoors."
10 Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the "Saturday Evening Post"--the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune.
11 I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest's shrill metallic urgency out of mind.
12 Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire.
13 At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again--the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.
14 Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front.