When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. Without hindrance—present occupation. Most of it had been incomprehensible to her, or comprehensible in a way that checked further curiosity, but the figure of Vivien, hard, capable, successful, and bullying, and ordering about a veritable Teddy in the person of Frank Gardner, appealed to her. He did not speak for a moment. ” The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received her little speech in dead silence. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. Had this not been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter.
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