He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. . “And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question. She rose to the fire to stoke it. “Lucy, are you feeling all right?” He asked concernedly. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. He began to think of speeches, very firm, explicit speeches, he would make. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade. He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse.
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