Bles Alwyn had hurried through his dinner duties and hastened to the Oaks. The questions, the doubts, the uncertainty within him were clamoring for utterance.
How much had Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell ever known of Zora? What kind of a woman was Zora now? Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell had seen her and had talked to her and watched her. What did she think?
Thus he formulated his questions as he went, half timid, and fearful in putting them and yet determined to know.
La señora ¬ÝCresswell, esperándolo, estaba casi aterrorizada. Probablemente andaría con rodeos buscando más aliento; pero a la menor indicación ella debía aplastarlo sin piedad y al mismo tiempo señalarle el camino del deber. Él debía casarse con alguna buena muchacha‚ÅÝ‚Äîno con Zora, sino con alguien. De algún modo, Zora le parecía demasiado inusual y extraña para él‚ÅÝ‚Äîdemasiado inhumana, a juicio de Mary Cresswell sobre la humanidad. Miró desde