The Return of Zora
“I never realized before just what a lie meant,” said Zora.
The paper in Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool‚Äôs hands fell quickly to her lap, and she gazed across the toilet-table.
As she gazed that odd mirage of other days haunted her again. She did not seem to see her maid, nor the white and satin morning-room. She saw, with some long inner sight, a vast hall with mighty pillars; a smooth, marbled floor and a great throng whose silent eyes looked curiously upon her. Strange carven beasts gazed on from a setting of rich, barbaric splendor and she herself‚ÅÝ‚Äîthe Liar‚ÅÝ‚Äîlay in rags before the gold and ivory of that lofty throne whereon sat Zora.
The foolish fantasy passed with the second of time that brought it, and Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool‚Äôs eyes dropped again to her paper, to those lines‚ÅÝ‚Äî
‚ÄúThe President has sent the following nominations to the Senate‚ÅÝ‚Ää‚Å݂Ķ To be ambassador to France, John Vanderpool, Esq. ‚Äù
The first feeling of triumph thrilled faintly again until the low voice of Zora startled her. It was so low and calm, it came as though journeying from great distances and weary with travel.
‚ÄúI used to think a lie a little thing, a convenience; but now I see. It is a great No and it kills things. You remember that day when Mr. ¬ÝEasterly called?‚Äù
‚ÄúYes,‚Äù replied Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool, faintly.