Where else could she go?’
‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. A pretty name for a pretty girl. ’
‘So I see. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. ’
She turned, her eyes narrowed. They went to the gate and stopped there, gabbed with their men, and didn’t even
dismount. “I wonder what he takes me for?”
When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict,
a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. It is
not for myself I fear. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the
evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her
studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her
life. "
"You mustn't talk. She was practicing with them on
that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy
violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as
first chair.
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