‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. I wanted the magic of love. Love!” He held her arm and abandoned it again at her quick defensive movement. 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. “Lift up one corner of the curtain for me. " Drama. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. ” Anna was speechless, but she had presence of mind enough to sit still until she had recovered herself. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room.
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