PART 2
39. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Laurie went to Nice intending to stay a week, and remained
a month. He was tired of wandering about alone, and Amy's
familiar presence seemed to give a homelike charm to the
foreign scenes in which she bore a part. He rather missed the
`petting' he used to receive, and enjoyed a taste of it again,
for no attentions, however flattering, from strangers, were half
so pleasant as the sisterly adoration of the girls at home. Amy
never would pet him like the others, but she was very glad to
see him now, and quite clung to him, feeling that he was the
representative of the dear family for whom she longed more
than she would confess. They naturally took comfort in each
other's society and were much together, riding, walking, dancing,
or dawdling, for at Nice no one can be very industrious during
the gay season. But, while apparently amusing themselves in
the most careless fashion, they were half-consciously making
discoveries and forming opinions about each other. Amy rose
daily in the estimation of her friend, but he sank in hers,
and each felt the truth before a word was spoken. Amy tried
to please, and succeeded, for she was grateful for the many
pleasures he gave her, and repaid him with the little services
to which womanly women know how to lend an indescribable
charm. Laurie made no effort of any kind, but just let
himself drift along as comfortably as possible, trying to
forget, and feeling that all women owed him a kind word because
one had been cold to him. It cost him no effort to be
generous, and he would have given Amy all the trinkets in
Nice if she would have taken them, but at the same time he
felt that he could not change the opinion she was forming of
him, and he rather dreaded the keen blue eyes that seemed to
watch him with such half-sorrowful, half-scornful surprise.
"All the rest have gone to Monaco for the day. I preferred
to stay at home and write letters. They are done now,
and I am going to Valrosa to sketch, will you come?' said Amy,
as she joined Laurie one lovely day when he lounged in as usual
about noon.
"Well, yes, but isn't it rather warm for such a long walk?"
he answered slowly, for the shaded salon looked inviting after
the glare without.
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