She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. She chastised
herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being
weak. ’
Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its
cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either
side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of
company for the start of the Little Season. ”
Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. She let him have it all, as it was,
after all, for the last time. He never asked questions; he never addressed his
companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Their faces had bite marks
that were hers. Hang it, there must be something about her
that will give it away.
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