’
‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising
‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those
measures. Her mother had died when
she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively,
one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of
her, and so she had made what she could of her father. But it was only six-thirty. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate.
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