"Come Bess,—no whimpering. Hugging them, they crept
stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain
acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. Forthwith he presented his card. Her glasses moved
quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. Brown engaged in the
usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for
sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo
behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. Had she expected to wed Valade herself?
Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out
more.
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