" "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. “Did I stand in the way of your going to college? Have I ever prevented you going about at any reasonable hour? You’ve got a bicycle!” “H’m!” said Ann Veronica, and then went on “I want to be taken seriously. ” He paused. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. Very well.
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