The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. It was from Brendon. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. They give themselves airs, but so it is. . He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. There was a little pause between them, full for Ann Veronica of rapid elusive suspicions and intimations.
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