Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. "He would return my letters unopened or destroy them. ‘Well, if the fellow Gosse is still at large, there’s no saying what he will be at next, is there? I see nothing for it but for you to see General Lord Charvill at once. ” “Why not?” she asked quietly. “I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things.
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