Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. “I expected you this morning,” he said. There is Lady Arlingford’s reception to-night, ten till twelve, and the Hatton House ball, marked with a cross, sir, important. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side.
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