’
‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico
and coming down the shallow stairway. ’
He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect
for him had dropped sharply. Stanley, and was so evidently pleased
that Ann Veronica’s heart smote her. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. The inn was a military haunt. Undraw the
curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his
skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. "
"Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to
town.
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