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Of course I knew he wasn't truly in love with me; of course the only thing I felt or him was the sort of exasperated affection one might feel for a young, headstrong nephew . . . and yet in spite of that I suppose I was a little hurt that I was getting all my news of him second-hand. I didn't think about it, but I recognized a certain smug satisfaction the night he finally did come over. It was a "Well — at last!" feeling. It was a short visit. It was almost as though he had propelled himself from the Williams' home to mine with a question already formed on his lips. Once having asked it, having received his answer, he was ready to shoot off into the darkness. Like Crystal, he was too restless to sit. j There was a great deal about his whole bearing that reminded me of her. Tension, suppressed emotion, an underlying grim determination . . . but I had known what Crystal was determined about. With Gene, I had no idea. His broad shoulders were stiff under the tweed jacket, and his whole too-thin frame revealed a rigid inability to relax. I sat quite still, knowing that with Gene, as with an animal or a small child, it was fatal to make too sudden a move. He had to be left alone to take his time and make up his own mind . . . "You know about me — about Crystal Gates, I mean? Dad must have mentioned it," he said finally, sharply, as though we had already begun an argument. I nodded. "I know you've been seeing her. She's really a very unusual girl." He laughed. "Spare me that. I know what you think of her really — you and Dad. Dad, anyway. I don't think you've got a mean bone in your body, but has he turned out to be a snob! His blue eyes brooded silently into the empty fireplace. "I didn't come here to talk about him, not this time. I—" "Gene, wait a minute." Partly because I wanted to know, and partly I think from a nervous desire to stave off whatever he was coming to, I cut him off. "What do you mean, you know what we think about Crystal? What's all this about snobbery?" "Merely that my respected parent doesn't think Crystal is good enough to be trampling up his important parlor." With a swiftness that took me unawares, Gene flung himself down beside me on the sofa. "Never mind all that," he said. "Anne, I've got to know one thing. Is it — is it hopeless?" He glanced at me and looked away again. "Is there honestly no chance you'll let yourself admit you — you care for me?" I got up and stood staring down at him. "I don't know what to say to you. Gene, I'm fond of you. Fond enough to give you the direct answer you ask for — though I've given it to you before. This embarrassment shouldn't be necessary. The answer is no, Gene." Purposely I made my voice as cold and hard as I could. "You don't love me; I'm simply an older woman whom you've— you've come to look up to a little. It happens every day. You'll fall in love one day — really in love." "Okay," Gene said. He got up and went to the door. "That's it then. But don't worry about me falling in love." I couldn't see it, but I knew his mouth had taken that bitter twist that was so disturbing to me. "I'll get along without that." Suddenly frightened, 1 said, "Gene — don't hurt Crystal!" His shoulders moved as though shrugging off the name. "I could tell you to mind your own business, couldn't I — if I were very rude," he said. Then he was gone. Almost before the sound of the door had died away I was at the phone, calling Sam. I had the feeling that Gene's abrupt visit was a signal bell for some kind of action. "I've got news for you," he said. "Crystal came to see me tonight. Busy little lot, aren't they." I began to laugh, and found I couldn't stop. "Oh, Sam — like Cox and Box! You know, that play where they share a room but don't know it because one always comes in after the other's gone out — " "Hey! Cut that out! We already know Gene's an idiot. Don't let him upset you that much." "It's not Gene, Sam. It's Crystal. She's going to be hurt. I've been uneasy all along, feeling responsible, not knowing how much to interfere . . ." Sam's voice was reflective. "I know what you mean. I laid it on the line to her tonight. I told her Gene didn't love her. I said he'd break her heart. I said she'd be better off getting him out of her mind." He did his best to make it sound reasonable but it wasn't that easy. "I did it for her own good, didn't I? Better for me to cut her up a little than have that selfish brat of mine do it far more seriously — " "What happened? Did she — was she upset, Sam? What did she do?" "Funny thing. She didn't react at all. I wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know, I'll swear to that." He hesitated. "You know the girl, Anne. Don't you think it matters to her that Gene doesn't really love her? She'd want more out of life than just tying herself to a man who merely tolerated her." "I don't think she does. Not if the man is Gene," I said softly. "She's got it very bad, Sam. I think she knows more about Gene than you or I — but she wants him anyway." I never had real proof that I was right about that — about how well Crystal knew Gene. But when I worked backward from the things that happened afterward I had what was, to me, as good as proof and as comforting. For I don't believe it all would have happened if Crystal's understanding of Gene hadn't been both shrewd and deep. Sam and I had made a date for the following night to go driving. When he called for me at eight-thirty I was ready, and I started down the path toward the car. Before I could get there, a hurrying figure came hurtling toward us from the corner. It was Gene, out of breath and in a perfect frenzy of anger. He gripped the car door and glared at Sam. "Listen here," he said roughly. "You leave Crystal alone, do you hear me? Keep out of it." "Gene!" "You too," he said, turning on me. Sam stared at him without attempting to speak. "Both of you. Crystal's plenty good enough for me. I'll tie my own shoelaces from here on out, understand?" Sam's lips were white. "What are you talking about?" "What am I talking about? What were you talking to Crystal about, trying to get