“I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. Other phrases returned now, like echoes. . “It is concerning—our future relations,” Sir John pronounced ponderously. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. That's the job. It was clear that he meant to kiss her before she exited the car. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown.
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