He turned the water off and handed her a towel. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. He answered with
the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen
no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his
fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. As she talked she made weak
little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent
shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a
photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks
square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. She was alone, and the mask of her
unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. It was a habit she had taken from
Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw
attention.
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