‘But he must have—’
‘Nicholas Charvill never did anything he must do,’ Mrs Sindlesham said
evenly. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. He was introduced to
Brendon, and a chair was brought by an attentive waiter. " And he led the way to an inner room, in
the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. He
looked down and met them. On weighing the matter over, he grew so uneasy that he resolved to
descend, and inform him of his misgivings. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’
time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?”
There was a brief silence.
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