Chapter Two
‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked
Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of
Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. It was as much as I could do to prevent him
flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent,
he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best,
making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica
turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. Good night. Jack was not half your age when
he died. “Perhaps for myself I do
not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having
been deceived. You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. ”
“I wish I could make you visible to yourself. “But who’s going to pay for the room?”
“I’ve got money,” said Ann Veronica. Maggot, drawing up her fine figure to its full height;
"because I condescend to live with you, am I never to look at another man,—
especially at one so much to my taste as this? Don't think it!"
"You had better retire, Madam," said the woollen-draper, sharply, "if you can't
conduct yourself with more propriety.
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