The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. “Veronique!” she cried
with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica
anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with
profound emotion. The note-passer lagged behind with her. ‘Now then, missie. ‘Well?’ she said. He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. “Sir John is a man of the world,” her aunt answered coldly. Rather! Who could help it?”
He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. "Do you know anything further of Sir Rowland?" he asked. Are you going to have any apple-tart,
Stanley? The apple-tart’s been very good lately—very good!”
Part 7
At the end of dinner that evening Ann Veronica began: “Father!”
Her father looked at her over his glasses and spoke with grave deliberation;
“If there is anything you want to say to me,” he said, “you must say it in the
study. She felt that she had
passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again,
just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with
her.
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