“You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it
concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had
been interested. Although she had refused to answer
his impertinent questions. Ann Veronica’s experiences of
men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her
father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always
Manning. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have
me.
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