Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. Earles declared good-humouredly, “but I shall not let you go without drinking a glass of wine to our success. He held her eyes. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. “I’ll have to pay it. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. As a matter of fact Mr. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night.
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