Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
going down toward the shops. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. She allowed herself to be ejected,
therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and
her own slight wound in the kitchen. ‘Merci, Joan,’ cried Melusine, moving to her and seizing her hand which she
clasped between both her own for a moment, as she turned to the others. For a long time he remained standing before
the fire, staring at the situation. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. He felt that he was getting on with her very
slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. On this I am resolved. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed
to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind.
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