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. ” “You know, Mr. “Yes. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. I believe it amused him. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. ” “You weren’t rude,” she said. The face of the man who lay there was clearly visible.
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