Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together. Her pulses began to race. “John, don’t!” she cried. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. Capes was rather a discovery. And Pottiswick, of course.
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