CHAPTER THE FOURTH
THE CRISIS
Part 1
We left Miss Stanley with Ann Veronica’s fancy dress in her hands and her
eyes directed to Ann Veronica’s pseudo-Turkish slippers. "You've ruined my hopes. Yes!" she screamed, "these
are his father's features! It is—it is my son!"
"Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?"
"I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her
breast. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she
had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would
depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the
servants busied in transporting her to the carriage. ‘And that Suzanne, the
sister of my cousin the vicomte, must choose between Monsieur Charvill and her
brother. ’
‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to
reason with you, but you won’t reason. So far as I am concerned, I
am just now a hopeless nonentity. One
of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. \"I had a good time tonight. No further
responsibility whatever.
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