In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his
eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. He
was unable to possess Lucy's hand as he had in the
cinema, separated by the annoying chasm between the
van's plush seats. Some of the delicate colour which the
afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. She was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very
charming and companionable—but with a difference—a great difference. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. The men have never had so much work to do since they
banded. One who—who—tres. ’
‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’
‘Mrs Sindlesham. Men had tried to kiss her—
unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to
escape. But what would her aunt think of Teddy’s recent off-hand suggestion of
marriage? What would she think of the Widgett conversation? Suppose she was
to tell her aunt quietly but firmly about the parasitic males of degraded crustacea. Hell's curses! that after all my precautions I should be thus entrapped. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her
father’s regard. Mama will be expecting me. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons;
fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed
to take repose in a chair.
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