Gerald’s breath caught. After he was gone in
the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had
written the previous night. ‘Who, the émigrés?’
‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. So good an opportunity may never occur again. ’
While he trod a deliberate path through the pink saloon towards the door,
Gerald encouraged a flow of harmless chatter about the people Madame had met
and the parties she had attended. She longed to enjoy human food as he
did. She had lost her nerve, and
there was no more freedom in London for her that night. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see
you here. ‘Though he didn’t mean it. Meantime,
the lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive
kinsmen, she did not dare to reveal herself to her husband, of whose
concealment on the roof of the very house the party were searching she was
aware. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy;
he let out a sigh.
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