The Iron Bar. "Was I out of my head?"
"Yes. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of
her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea
what it means beyond what she has read in novels. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama
unroll. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. I hope you have learned your lesson
now and come to see—come to realize—how things are. Perhaps I ought to have let
you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well.
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