CHAPTER THE SECOND ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW Part 1 “Are you coming to the Fadden Dance, Ann Veronica?” asked Constance Widgett. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. She awoke and found herself home amid a pile of three bodies, one of which she recognized as a former denizen of the household. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. ’ Melusine took refuge in defiance. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. ’ Roding looked struck. ” “You have nothing to tell me?” “Nothing!” So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick travelling veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed carriage.
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