"So I perceive," replied Jack. She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica,
“May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before
Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and
unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst
unsuspected screens and concealments. It probably had its own repulsive oubliette in the
bottom, where tiny princesses could fall and break their
necks. I'm entirely at your service. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. “Why aren’t you in Orchestra, Lucy?”
“I just. Now I am sorry to
cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—”
“H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. Do you have a
car?” She asked.
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