There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged,
white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who
wanted a Companion. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. ”
When the next holidays came Ann Veronica’s mother was ill, and Gwen was
in the sick-room when Ann Veronica returned home. She counted three on the way to the train and four
more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken
him to bed with not so much as a word. Still, something had marked the
face, something had left an indelible touch. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless
I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct. Out of all this we
have struck a sort of harmony.
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