He
was staring at her, openly gaping. ’
Gerald frowned. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily
and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the
room. If he dies she is safe. Jack instantly
started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a
neighbouring house. Besides," she added, blushing yet more
deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. “Now listen. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. “He was a
friend of your sister’s, was he not?”
“I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to
the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions.
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