She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. “Why didn’t you come back? Lucy, I needed you to come back, just once.
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