"I'll admit that. ” Ann Veronica sat at the foot of
the sufferer’s bed, while Teddy Widgett, being something of an athlete, occupied
the only bed-room chair—a decadent piece, essentially a tripod and largely a
formality—and smoked cigarettes, and tried to conceal the fact that he was
looking all the time at Ann Veronica’s eyebrows. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his
deportment towards Anna. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. ’
‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command.
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