While this was passing, Jonathan had ridden back to Marvel to tell him that all was ready, and to give him his last instructions. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. It became a sort of duel at last between them, and all the others sat and listened—every one, that is, except the Alderman, who had got the blond young man into a corner by the green-stained dresser with the aluminum things, and was sitting with his back to every one else, holding one hand over his mouth for greater privacy, and telling him, with an accent of confidential admission, in whispers of the chronic struggle between the natural modesty and general inoffensiveness of the Borough Council and the social evil in Marylebone. ToC Sir Rowland, meantime, paced his chamber with a quick and agitated step. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. She entered the kitchen. He took a sip of punch and commenced his relation. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone.
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