He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. Then a ride to London on horseback. You’re a
far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth
was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. "Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the
agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia
and rosa solis. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of
the question. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on
a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. "Here, Caliban," shouted the under-turnkey, "unlock Captain Sheppard's
padlock, and tell him his wives are in the Lodge waiting to see him. But he held the smile until
she turned away from the curtain.
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