began her preparations for the night with a downcast face.
Certainly she wouldn't bother Warren. She only did it because she
loved him so. A tear splashed down on her white hand.

Next day she triumphantly accompanied the golfers. Warren had
petted and coaxed her out of her sulks, and she was radiant again.
When they had said their good-byes to Judy, and were spinning into
town in the car that afternoon, she made him confess that she had
not spoiled the game at all; he couldn't make her believe that
Frank and Tom and Peter had been pretending their pleasure at
having her go along!

But later in the summer she realized that Belvedere Bay was
smiling quietly at her bride-like infatuation, and she resented it
deeply. The discovery came about on a lazy summer afternoon when
several women, Rachael among them, were enjoying gossip and iced
drinks on the Parmalees' porch. Rachael had been talking of the
emeralds that Warren was having reset for her, and chanced to
observe that Tiffany's man had said that Warren's taste in jewelry
was astonishing.

"Rachael," yawned little Vivian Sartoris, "for heaven's sake talk
about something else than Warren?"

"I talk about him because I like him!" Rachael said. "Better than
anybody else in the world."

"And he likes you better than anybody else in the world, I
suppose?" Vivian said idly.