The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere
apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and
heavy mahogany furniture. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others
of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her
doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the
devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. So he goes out with girls
from his group instead of me. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen
minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed
expression. Miss Stanley had determined from the
outset to have the warmest affection for her youngest niece and to be a second
mother in her life—a second and a better one; but she had found much to battle
with, and there was much in herself that Ann Veronica failed to understand. He had recently made Mr. ’
The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. Luckily, they were not easily discomposed.
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