All at once she became aware of sounds outside. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. Loving was better than that. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. She did not start for the Imperial College. And Gerald— Melusine swallowed on an unaccountable lump in her throat. The whole was then fired, and in a few minutes the room was a blaze. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. At least, he would always be able to take care of Ruth. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. I'll proclaim his misdoings to the world; and, then, we shall see where he'll stand. “Curious case—and sets one thinking.
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