and Louie who can get any fun out of money. And there is enough to cover the fine, the almost imaginary obligations. You won’t be sorry if you are generous with people like the
—Gracias, papá. No lo olvidaré.
Rosamond bajó por la estrecha escalera, dejando tras de sí un tenue y fresco aroma a lavanda y raíz de lirio, y su padre volvió a tumbarse en el diván cajón.
«Una pista sobre los Crane será suficiente», pensaba.
He didn’t in the least understand his older daughter. Not that he pretended to understand Kathleen, either; but he usually knew how she would feel about things, and she had always seemed to need his protection more than Rosamond.
When she was a student at the university, he used sometimes to see her crossing the campus alone, her head and shoulders lowered against the wind, her muff beside her face, her narrow skirt clinging close.
There was something too plucky, too “I can-go-it-alone,” about her quick step and jaunty little head; he didn’t like it, it gave him a sudden pang. He would always call to her and catch up with her, and make her take his arm and be docile.
Era mucho más rápida que Rosie para las lecciones y muy hábil para los bocetos de retratos a la acuarela. Había hecho varios parecidos verdaderamente buenos de su padre; uno, al menos, era el hombre en persona. Con su madre no tenía suerte. Lo intentaba una y otra vez, pero el rostro siempre salía duro, el labio superior más largo de lo que parecía en la vida real, la nariz larga y severa, y convertía la hermosa tez de Lillian en algo frío y parecido al yeso. «No, yo no veo a mamá así», solía decir,