He was disquieted. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Just fine. The young man was
mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of
the other guests to draw him into conversation. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her
whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. How do you like the story?”
“Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. "So long as it is open and above board. "
"I, Sir!—I swear——"
"Tush!" interrupted Jonathan, harshly. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. After the dance, they went to a party. “Did he tell you, Annabel?”
“Yes. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at
Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. ’
‘Also madame his wife—’
Charvill’s gorge rose.
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