"Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he's the illegitimate offspring
of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; in which case, he'll neither have
name, nor wealth for his inheritance. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman,
whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable
physiognomy. You remember that you saw us at the Savoy a few evenings ago?”
“Yes. Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very
bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. She fluttered it with
a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven
breath behind it. It would be very hard perhaps
to make you understand just how I feel about it. “Veronique!” she cried
with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica
anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with
profound emotion. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range
over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now
hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and
can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place
of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and
portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he
had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but
hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. ‘Can’t you see he is not a gentleman with
whom one can argue?’
‘You think so?’ Melusine said dangerously, and her eyes flashed as she swept
about again and confronted her grandfather once more. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. He’s a catch, Lucy. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. The door to the room in question was closed. Even
her debt to him was a triviality now.
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