’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. Now I’d like the rest of your story. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. "A neighbour offered me a drive to Paddington; and, as I haven't heard of my son for some time, I couldn't resist the temptation of stepping on to inquire after him, and to thank you for your great goodness to us both, I've brought a little garden-stuff and a few new-laid eggs for you, Ma'am," she added turning to Mrs. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again.
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