‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. He knew what he knew. ’ A grimace crossed her face. “I wonder what he will do?” She tried to imagine situations that might arise out of Ramage’s antagonism, for he had been so bitter and savage that she could not believe that he would leave things as they were. Ogilvy was full of a client’s trouble in that matter, a grave and even tragic trouble. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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