Her father
read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for
managing while the cook had a holiday. That’s the flat business
situation. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had
disturbed and distressed her. Her eyes were lit with a gleam of humour. There were perches inside where she could crouch
and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. ‘I fear you mistake, Emile. Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that
meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. "You frighten the cull
out of his senses.
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