Gerald? But could he be here so
quickly?
She hastily dabbed at her eyes, thankful for the darkness that she saw had
come on outside unnoticed, dimming the room. She kept trying to shut her legs, to stop the baby from
coming out. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. Again silence. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. It was
instantly answered by the deep note of St. Soon I shall make my début, that it will be known that I am the real
Melusine Charvill, and then I shall not require the services any longer of this
imbecile of a Gérard. ’
Hilary’s gaze was raking the room.
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