She felt flattered. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir Rowland. She sought hastily in her mind for a
plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. She
rose to the fire to stoke it. . By a
sort of instinct. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any
violin?”
She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play
violin. In addition to the various business men, solicitors, civil servants, and widow
ladies who lived in the Morningside Park Avenue, there was a certain family of
alien sympathies and artistic quality, the Widgetts, with which Ann Veronica had
become very friendly. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much
about at dinners.
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