I have only just left Wych Street. Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the
brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to
which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. That there Frenchie didn’t look
any too friendly to me. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’
‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. I
ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital. She
let Jack go as he passed through the opening. And yet, the doctor recalled an
expression of the girl's: that it was not a dissipated face, only troubled. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she
was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more
respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor,
which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in
Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss
Miniver’s growing influence. You forget that every one is going
to the ‘Unusual’ to see her. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a
registry perhaps. I told
you no good would come of it. "
"Very well, sir.
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