“There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. ‘Still more would I be so if he had come himself to tell me this. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Bête, she told herself fiercely. ” “And made you give up a political meeting,” she reminded him. I’ve been wondering where she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image.
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