"
"Thames Ditton—is that your name?"
"No," replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell—Thames Darrell. If
you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. Could you come to tea at my rooms one
afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could
have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and
a box at the theatre. ’
Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. She always dawdled, so it was easy. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation
reigned throughout. “Will you come in, Sir John. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face
resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had—
tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. ‘I had no need of the place, and there was no money, of course. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with
Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. She was silent.
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