’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. . ” She commanded. ’ She fairly pushed at Gerald, who grinned and gave in, moving back to the still open door. I did not reckon upon—him.
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