She could have dined alone in her room; but courage had demanded that she face the ordeal and have done with it. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. It was a sovereign easily earned. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. As she neared the bottom of the dip in Piccadilly she saw a woman approaching her from the opposite direction—a tall woman who at the first glance seemed altogether beautiful and fine. “So, how’d it go?” Lucy sighed. At table he carved in a gloomy but resolute manner. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone.
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