White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. She almost sprang to her feet. The jolly part of it was that for the first time in her life so far as London was concerned, she was not going anywhere in particular; for the first time in her life it seemed to her she was taking London in. He brightened as she took off her hood. "How very fortunate it is," he observed, "that I happened to call upon Mr. E.
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