Nobody regards
Constance or Vee as a delicate trifle. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays
of unmounted sections beside it. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no
movement, nothing about him that warmed. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?”
“I do not know,” he muttered. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and
sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that
—it’s been one triumphant relaxation. Sydney sprang up. Even now she could trace the outline of his
shape behind the left-hand curtain. His
stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed
they were not entirely true. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible
dimple peeped out.
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