“It is just six o’clock now. ” The dinner was admirable as a dinner; nothing went wrong, from the golden and excellent clear soup to the delightful iced marrons and cream; and Miss Stanley’s praises died away to an appreciative acquiescence. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. "I am your most unhappy son.
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