Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks
grew pale. All the initial confidence in
herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. He
reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor,
where he lay very still. “You will come back, won’t you?”
He nodded cheerfully. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. ’
‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. That was an
admission all right. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured
meaningless phrases to soothe. “Okay, I guess.
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