It was the girl. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night. ‘Jacques?’
‘No. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that
confounds me. He was
manifestly exerting his mind for her, and she found herself fully disposed to
justify his interest. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. ”
“Teddy,” said Ann Veronica, “you’re a dear!”
“Oh, quite!” said Teddy, convulsively, and lifted an imaginary hat and left her.
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