She felt
the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position,
entranced. Every afternoon, from now on, I
will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you're likely
to meet. The real tragedy—which he sensed
and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. ‘Now then,
missie, where do you think you’re going?’
‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily,
fluttering her lashes. Only one thing emerged with
any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was
saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is
unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a
trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage
was an experience to be strenuously evaded. You wouldn't rob Mr. ”
“It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. Her glasses moved
quickly as her glance travelled from face to face.
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