It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of success. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her mind to other questions. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. She can be of use to me yet. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. I'm crazy over music, too. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests.
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