He'll mend, I
hope. Mr. He had deliberately saved it for last. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill
they called him?”
He nodded. Your mother, for what it’s worth to
you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for
Nicholas. ‘But I don’t trust you an
inch. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was
bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon
rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the
purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a
dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as
Miss Miniver. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire,
stood up, and turned about. A trial always brings those involved into public notice, and I
dare say he feels there will be scandal enough without adding to it. True, on board the
ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity
which is aroused in the presence of any new species. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified
friend.
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