‘One
of your countrymen, perhaps?’
The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the
darkness. Wood was not particularly
fortunate in his own matrimonial connections. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. Above all, beware of Sir
Rowland Trenchard. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was,
perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the
desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. "
"Pray cease these compliments," returned Winifred, "and, if you have any
communication to make, do not delay it. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames. ”
Miss Stanley rose and regarded Ann Veronica fixedly. I
didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. Ann Veronica intervened a little in the
novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was
obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened.
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