Then she sat watching the play,
sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander
to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge
of the table. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Dinner was quite uneventful. Tears flowed in rivulets down
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her cheeks and she began to cry. “These two haven’t been lovers for a long time. ”
Anna’s eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the laugh she
attempted was not altogether a success. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at
once a more natural appearance. Melusine seized her chance. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the
mother love.
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