He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. “Come in. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. Ennison!” He released her. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’ ‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped, racing down the corridor. Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably.
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