He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. ‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly bewildered note underlying his irascibility. "That I can't say. . The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. As sure as he is now living, I'll pay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged, white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who wanted a Companion. ‘Hates doing the pretty. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. Somehow logic could not explain her.
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