`` Cromwell Biron , '' repeated Cecily , in an emotionless voice . She took off her bonnet mechanically , brushed the dust from its ribbons and bows and went to put it carefully away in its white box in the spare bedroom . She felt as if she had had a severe shock , and she dared not ask anything more just then . Lucy Ellen 's blush had frightened her . It seemed to open up dizzying possibilities of change . `` But she promised -- she promised , '' said Cecily fiercely , under her breath . While Cecily was changing her dress , Lucy Ellen was getting the tea ready in the little kitchen . Now and then she broke out into singing , but always checked herself guiltily . Cecily heard her and set her firm mouth a little firmer . `` If a man had jilted me twenty years ago , I would n't be so overwhelmingly glad to see him when he came back -- especially if he had got fat and bald-headed , '' she added , her face involuntarily twitching into a smile . Cecily , in spite of her serious expression and intense way of looking at life , had an irrepressible sense of humor . Tea that evening was not the pleasant meal it usually was . The two women were wont to talk animatedly to each other , and Cecily had many things to tell Lucy Ellen . She did not tell them . Neither did Lucy Ellen ask any questions , her ill-concealed excitement hanging around her like a festal garment . Cecily 's heart was on fire with alarm and jealousy . She smiled a little cruelly as she buttered and ate her toast . `` And so that was Cromwell Biron , '' she said with studied carelessness . `` I thought there was something familiar about him . When did he come home ? ''
`` He got XXXXX Oriental yesterday , '' fluttered back Lucy Ellen .
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