He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. Destruction everywhere marked its course. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. ‘You don’t believe her?’ ‘My dear Major Alderley, I do not know her,’ Mrs Sindlesham pointed out. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. John looked at his feet bashfully. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody.
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