She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank
wearily into an easy chair. “All right?” he asked. Then she went back and mixed up the sheets in a search for
particular passages. She
had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as
she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude
and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a
correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick. "
"I won't reproach you, Jack," said the other, sternly. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen. “But you’re dating Mike now, and I’m dating John. “I’ve been looking out for you,” he said. They've heard quite enough for my purpose," he
muttered, as his orders were obeyed, and the domestics excluded. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his
“hobby. ” He stood still,
looking at her. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. Of course, girls repeat phrases and opinions of which they cannot possibly
understand the meaning.
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