On Monday Charvill had still not returned, and the major duly presented
himself at Mrs Chalkney’s house in Grosvenor Square, thanking his stars that his
friend Roding would not be there to spoil sport. The
ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer
quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was
relaxed. Evidently Ah Cum's luck had held good. ‘Do not beg his pardon,’ intervened Melusine quickly, coming between them. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?”
The girl shook her head. “Where have you been? All these hours I have
been calling for you. Ruth is not another man's wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. All in a moment. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory
to waste time in scolding. It dealt from floor to ceiling and
end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the
blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps;
the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church.
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