Part 3
She dressed carefully for dinner in a black dress that her father liked, and that
made her look serious and responsible. She had
taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat
commanded by the windows of the house. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. The galleries adjoining it were
crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house
standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of
Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement.
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