A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. When Ann Veronica came into the study she found every evidence of a carefully foreseen grouping about the gas fire. “I do want you. Sydney sprang up. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. “In private. You are different from all the world for me. ‘But a spy I am not. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. Then Ann Veronica passed on toward the tea in the garden, which was dotted with the elite of Morningside Park society, and there she was pounced upon by Lady Palsworthy and given tea and led about. 1. ” “If you want to ask a favour,” he remarked smiling, “you have made it almost impossible for me to refuse you anything.
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