His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. “Who do you think cares for your children as you
dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. Ann Veronica’s tense nerves started, and she stood still with her eyes upon
him, wondering what it might be that impended. Very slowly emerging out of a phase of stupefaction, these personal affairs
and her personal problem resumed possession of her mind. “What ought you to do?” He began to produce his knowledge of the world for
her benefit, jerkily and allusively, and with a strong, rank flavor of “savoir faire. ” He said mischievously. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the
attendant withdrew. Wood, joining the group, "it isn't Thames Darrell come
to life again?"
"It is—it is!" cried Winifred, rushing towards him, and flinging her arms round
his neck,—"it is my dear—dear brother!"
"Well, this is what I never expected to see," said the carpenter, wiping his eyes;
"I hope I'm not dreaming! Thames, my dear boy, as soon as Winny has done with
you, let me embrace you. It was
convenient for Father Saint-Simon, who could enter this way and prepare in the
little room before going up the narrow stair to the chapel above where the nuns
waited. Jonathan, however, still lingered. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you
mean?”
Annabel laughed scornfully.
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