He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. ” She said. I am one of those people who are interested in women, more interested than I am in anything else. She had but to choose.
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