Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low
drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with
guests. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had
previously cost him more than two hours to force his way. “By Jove!” he
broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. Perhaps I'd better open it now. At least I rather hoped I
might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some
excitement. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the
laugh died away.
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