‘Oh, peste. She would marry him. Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been
the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time
in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. 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. “May you have as
much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us. Mr. 1.
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