"It is never too late. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. More importantly, she had her wits. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?” note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively, “How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ” Ann Veronica made no answer. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. "I am, Charcoal.
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