You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and
over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and
umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter
contrived to have a violent quarrel. “Oh no, you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”
“No Julian. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she
came face to face with Courtlaw. Through an open door was a glimpse of the
bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful
dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. She even thought that perhaps she might come to
love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his
courtly bearing. Now he courted with “servants”
which he often killed afterward. His name was Peter. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door.
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